Is there a remedy for the absence of sparrows?
I have not found it. I have found
ignorance and a mash of memories of
clips of poorly titled birdsong on YouTube
in the place that the sparrows should be.
She tells me I am too serious.
She tells me it is no great loss.
My grandmother grew up in the country;
she was the last of our tribe to walk directly on earth.
I have always hated New York, she says,
crossing her legs on the black leather chair
an arm’s length from the beautifully stacked
masses of classical music