I had watched two sparrows dance
In Park’s running water of happenstance
Mesmeric ripples convex each side
of intrepid wings giving waves their glide
Natural wonder suddenly overtook
as a droplet arched a rainbow hook
It landed ‘pon my sleeve to die
sunk in the fabric near my misty eye
Surely coincidence the sparrows flew
And a loss like burning bones now drew
cold stohls of tears in seconds hard
cascade to find my sleeve graveyard
The Park is your face, heaven clear,
missing realities of your warmth to steer
those summer smiles in an autumn world:
A gentle flower, your hair uncurled
Jonny October 09
(A version of was recited at Katie's memorial)
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