
An Oxford street winter evening
walking alone
Among all that crowd
feeling inside
A thousand-year-old witch
Afraid of frightening the sparrows
Afraid of breaking the spell
You do not dare
Turning your head, looking behind
***
Two of your lovely friends
Dawn sparrows,
murmuring all the way,
following you
Profused of it,
feeling whole the street brighter by their radiation
You want the world to stop forever
With their hands just so clipped together
An impossible desire ...
You can just wish
Maybe your spell works again
Just like the last time you wished so ...
Puff the spell
Now you can turn around your head ...