Monday, 13 January 2014

With any luck

Above ground crisped with frost,
a robin takes it chances,
braving cats, dogs, us,
for a moment
in this cherry tree lattice.

Its song calls up the joys
and hurts of other lovers.
Distance is an atrocity
they might endure.
Proximity is another
which, with any luck,
and the wind in the right direction,
we might well survive.

Tom Phillips 2014

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