Poetry

At the green table

Early morning
Sitting at the green table under a grey-white sky
Hen blackbird startles on the garden wall.
Reading my second-hand book on Kodojin
Japanese literatus out of time
I sense the sky lighten
Time and again –
Glancing up nothing changed.

One thought on “At the green table”

  1. Alistair says:

    Would it be better to say. Time and time again? Just saying.

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