Sparrows and Fireworks | Fabrice Poussin

Walking on forgotten asphalt
alone in the distance they attempt a smile
upon the hill yet yesterday a mob.

Gentle drops venture from above
chancing a journey among blinding rays
she wonders whether it will be sun or rain.

He offers a glance as she continues
thoughtful of the uncertain morrows
a faint sign of welcome in her eyes. 

A vague siren screams down below
distracting a sparrow from its daily duties
but it persists in its call.

The field lives in the midst of a dense forest
hoping to soon again shake 
with the thunder of another fourth in July.

©2021 Fabrice Poussin
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