Sparrows

Haze and smog in early April;
the city skyline disappeared.
An angry sun burned
the trees into a misty image
on the pond and an orange
glow skimmed the surface,
like the aurora in her eyes.

An electric streamer cracked
the sky and stone birds
turned into sparrows and flew.
Her chuckle was as swift
as their wings and the cable
like an eyebrow twitched in tune.