Every
Night My Sparrow Flies
by
Doris Lynch
On
cloudy nights I don wings
and
follow her—it feels like dancing
our
bodies so close, sometimes they brush.
At
each turn we swerve apart then curve
together
again. To urge allegiance I place
her
head at my elbow, her beak becomes
the
tiny bow of a miniature boat
as
it prows our world.
Doris
Lynch has recent
work in Tipton Poetry Review, Frogpond, Haibun Today, and in the
Flying Island. In 2017, she won the Genjuan International Haibun
contest.