by Salvatore Buttaci

Sparrows shivering in February cold
dream of early spring when they
can fly and trill their songs
like thank-you hymns
to their God, and
Delight in the
Warmth of
soft nests,
but for
now
they
shiver.

by Salvatore Buttaci

Thin long poems
Wear tall stilts
To keep their heads
Above the crowds

In someone’s life
A tragedy
Can make  clowns
Out of poems