_Lit with dead stars._
_You have your memories_
_I have my bars!_



SEVEN LITTLE SPARROWS

Beyond the deep-cut window
The bars are heaped with snow,
And seven little sparrows
Are sitting in a row.

Fluffy blur of snowflakes;
Dappled haze of light;
The narrow prison vista
Is all awhirl with white.

Seven little sparrows
Ruffled brown and grey
Snuggled close against the bars--
And this is Christmas day!



SALAAM!

Serene, complacent, satisfied,
Content with things that be;
The paragon of paltriness