When Sparrows Matter More
Find the book
and blow
the dust off.
It’s somewhere
in the house.
Every house
used to have one
if only to record
births and deaths.
Find the passage
about the sparrows
and you will see
that you and I
and every man
are worth more
than any sparrow
yet you and I
and every man may
spread seed
or old bread
for sparrows
on a winter day
yet hustle past
the homeless man
who squats
in sun or snow
outside McDonald’s.
Piccolos
Walking in the forest
as morning comes
I hear piccolos
of wrens and robins
offer hymns to God
some say isn’t there
and isn't anywhere.
The piccolos, some say,
are simply fallout
from the Big Bang.
I tell the wrens and robins
but they play on.
Game Called
It’s bad news, I admit,
having these great seats
for a big game like this
but now there’s rain
and everyone's
leaving
heading for cars
but the storm's a rainbow
compared with this text
on my cell phone.
It’s from an old friend
recently retired
after doing 40 years
as a janitor for
a pittance in pay.
He moved to Florida
on social security
and rented a trailer.
He quit smoking finally,
said it’s cheaper to chew.
Today the doc told him
to wrap things up.
Gave him six months,
maybe a year.
Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.
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