Round Sparrow

Sparrow. Sunday, May 22, 2016. Grove in front of the cemetery, across from the pool club. Hit by a car. The nomenclature of affluence. The challenges of accurate dating and classifcation. Nature is fluid, and we are but stubborn phonograph needles and hand-held cameras. There's a lot of noise in the air. Migratory patterns of temporal conditions. Holidays for the dead. Flowers, flags, granite, grass, and concrete. Dreams begin in memories. Another goodbye, another summer. Can any of these animals hear me?