Watching the sparrows today
I’m reminded of
Balkan birds and wild, wide sky
of sitting underneath
your smile as you watched me
across the table
my ever-so-loud heart
(though I knew it was
only the wine
that made you look that way/
look at me)
the next morning
when I couldn’t catch your eye
still my heart
thumped
hopelessly, giddily
and it was not the wine I felt
still rushing
through my head and heart
but something sweeter and
more potent
that sent my senses reeling
far more than any spirit could.
