First draft and the sequencing may change.
The Seven Songs of the Sparrow
(a Blues in haiku for Yusef)
one fingerprint
on the side of a pail
blackberry moon
the Frosty Twins
bleeding Bogalusa blues
red bird on a branch
running from it
a boy finds his name
in smoky water
the missing keys
somehow opening a door
Longhair’s lesson
a Bloomington fog’s
idea of ancestry
ether on a ridge
burning beyond
the bonewheel factory
the Southern Cross
fifty-eight thousand
grunts in black granite
blood moon
This is where I ended up—
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