Vesper Sparrow
Patrick Phillips
for Deborah Digges
All I can do
to keep from believing
where, in truth, your last steps led,
is think of the story
you told us, of Procne,
and how she was saved
by the merciful Gods:
my vision of you
on the shimmering ledge
turning, in mid-air,
to a sparrow,
your voice to its sweet vesper call,
as you left the meaningless
body below you,
falling its meaningless fall.





