Body Heat

Sparrow is a warm "U" keeping my backside toasty.

When it comes down to brass tacks, that's what seems to matter most.

Is there warmth? In all the ways.

Socks on feet, heart to hearts, removing ego, taking soup to someone who may give you nothing in return.

Is there warmth here?

Not a question but an echo from hills I'll never reach but show up like open mist in my dreams.

When it's all done, and one day it will be, it is the thing that will have mattered most.

Without warmth, it was all just a show of one: a cold dust mite hidden beneath the sun.