Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Some kind of way

In a thicketed boyish hideout
my tin compass spins and spins.

Even before there is a problem,
websites throng with solutions.

Pointless to ask questions,
to stand in the woods and wait.

I should just turn the damn thing
to where I want north to be

and let it come round.

Tom Phillips, December 2011

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