They told us to leave our mark
In space ,on a wall with murals

Because if we left only shadows
They would disappear soonest.

And you might have to notice
Us noticing shadows on  wall.

Each neck may have to swivel
Causing the neck bone to snap.

We may emulate tiny sparrow
With its swiveling screw neck,

And the fickle sparrow’s love
Upon a typically grainy dawn.

The sparrow notices its body
Within the granules of sunrise

But its love is grainy all times.
Love’s body is dust in a sunset

Leaves no mark on any space
And sparrows leave no stones

And  the shadows left by them
Are too grainy for wall murals.