by sarfrazlodhi
This morning,
a sparrow landed on the grocery cart
abandoned in the parking lot,
its wire frame still cold with yesterday’s rain.
The bird tilted its head
as if asking why we leave our burdens
halfway to the place they belong.
No one answered.
Engines coughed,
doors slammed,
a receipt tumbled like thin scripture
across the asphalt.
But the sparrow sang anyway
a sermon smaller than a coin,
and worth more
than everything
we forgot to carry home.