Black-throated Sparrows on South Mountain

Some wasp-waisted rocks on the ridgeline
look ready to fall
but they’re rooted in time
and stand firm while
the uphill trail winds into coyote sleep
above the busy miles
of traffic and unease
that fan desert to horizon
beneath a mountain suspended from the sky
on whose slopes
in dry light close
to the ground, the Black-
throated Sparrows break from the shadows
and fly the short
flight to a next mesquite, where
they become invisible until
more of them arrive and
they all cross together to the far
side of a wash where they take to the gravel
as to a promised land.



David Chorlton
Picture Rupert Loydell

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