Sparrows in the bushes, or in a tree,
present no ethical dilemma, but
a sparrow I pass on the pavement
reaches deep into my conscience, I see
riddled through my brain after a decade,
only I can't seem to forget, my gut
worries about the past, an incident,
silly, I know, but I did nothing then.
Arrows of love and arrows of time fade,
recesses of the mind let go, forget,
remember how I am an elephant,
only now left with my karma, I bet
wickedness goes unpunished but a plant
seed grows, a hurt bird cries, return, my yen.
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