The next day, I joined residents
of the condominium who were stretched out beneath the sun's
heavily jeweled hand, or dipping in the cool light of the swimming
pool's blue waters.
woman sitting nearby holds my attention. Dark sunken eyes beneath
short black hair, she speaks a throaty French that reminds me of Edith
Piaf. Although she's Canadian, and probably can't wobble a note,
there's the same gravity that
made the "sparrow" so attractive to men.
As the wind, flying
Over the town,
My chest full of sparrows.