in the absence of logical joys wispy birds carry candlebursts

of light into the sky inside their lopsided beaks

                                                                                    hey john keats

i found your window-sparrow alive

it had 13 missed calls 297 unread messages double-blue-ticked

footprints where it hopped on the mud pecking clickbait grub

i walk on i thought the clouds of chalkdust spawned from

blackboard duster dusting on that whitewashed patch of

the classroom wall had floated up & slapstuck the ceiling

but i was wrong look there—     it has reached the sky

i moved cities but i could not move skies

                                                         there's only one for us all

~ ajay

8/4/2021