Little Tiny's Swallow

by Sarah Page


Winter-struck, the bird is mostly dead,
But so am I—

Buried under earth with my frostbitten dreams
Of free blue airs shriveled deep inside me
Like so many withered summer clovers.

A mole's hole fits my little tiny hopes perfectly
(No breath of sun shall ever reach me here).

But if I can spark the swallow's meager warmth, perhaps
My shade-bound heart can share something of its wings
When I set its feathered fleetness wild come spring.


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Sarah Page graduated from Southern Connecticut State University with an M.S. and certification in Secondary English in 2013. She is a 2013 recipient of Dialogue's New Voices award for poetry. Her poems have been published in journals including Connecticut River Review, Inscape, Fresh Ink, Star*Line, Otto, Apeiron Review, NonBinary Review, Noctua Review, Glint Literary Journal and included in the anthology Fire in the Pasture. She is the Co-Editor of Young Ravens Literary Review.

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