Experience//5.10.11

A common brown sparrow flies by my third-story fire-escape veranda. I am enjoying the mid-spring sun with coffee. The city's noises--traffic and school children's screams echo through the canyon of backyards. One of my neighbors is having sex. The sparrow, without breaking the stride of her steady wing-beats across my gaze, drops a black&white shit that I can hear hit the sidewalk milliseconds after I see it land.

Pwoermd

& thusly concludes my first annual contribution to the National Pwoermd Month event (InterNaPwoWriMo IV). visit geoff huth's blog for his own daily contributions and a database of participants.