SOME LIGHT RELIEF
-
Peter
Robinson (U.K.)
This sunrise in September
finds weather on the turn
as cloud forms, any number,
rise from the near horizon.
Dogs barking at some distance
trigger, who knows why,
more howling in response
under trees and a red sky.
Still, while the chorused echoes
rebound around house walls,
in silences, dove coos
reiterate their avowals,
and a freshness breezes through
our rooms from French windows;
it shivers poplar leaves too
as if to mark how time goes,
lived time, the non-events
pursuing us here like fate;
they disappear now scents
from a burnt summer dissipate
at sunrise in our elsewhere,
its inside out, an interplay
sustained by the cooling air
at the start of one more day.
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