Sparrow Rescue

it rained this morning
the tram rails became
brimming canals
of jetsam sweet wrappers
and soggy cigarettes

the sparrow drinks
and plays
a grey-brown frivolous
the tram
bears down, oblivious

I want to leap out
slice through the coming disaster
scoop the feathery dot
to my palms
take it home in my pocket
raise it in a shoebox
feed it by eyedropper

but it flies away
just in time,
as sparrows do

they're not idiots

This poem appears in


Don't Fall in Love with People from Generation X

© Brendan Bonsack
February 2018