a morning like this

A morning like this

asks for a slow wander,

whatever the street forgets

pockets open to ponder:

 

A bolt, a feather,

           a bit of wire

             bent by weather -

each one a quiet suggestion.

 

By midday the table

gathers its small findings,

and a shape begins to form,

unplanned, but allowed.

 

 

 

 

 

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