Saturday, 30 May 2009

In the Dappled Shade of Home

The cherry tree
protected me
from a too cheerful sun
and a very merry wind
that threatened
to send me in -

I wish I was
that fat blackbird
that king of the tree,

But I don't care.

What I am
is air,
the changing colour
of light;

What I am
is fragile goods
packaged in skin
coming right.
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