Stories that fly under a dark banner.

The Beach

Footprints traced the hours before
journeys riddled on the shore
there among them moved a sparrow
feet so swift and prints so shallow

If not seen with searching eyes
it’s presence here could be denied
it’s gentle elegance and grace
erased by giants in it’s place

For every story sacrifices
to favour narrative devices
while tide will wash those prints away
my sparrow penned is here to stay.

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