Gazing out
the apartment window—
past water droplets
gradually stiffened
by freezing wind
and glowing
in the light of the unseen
streetlamp below—
to the farther-off
sparrows
nestled on the swaying wires,
pigeons on a wet copper cornice;
all huddled there
of their own volition.
No fear
like mine
of heights
(how very like
a bird) no thought
of this
injustice—being turned
to words.
