Today's poem is by Tim Dooley
New Build
Between developments
of industrial sites,we are stilled by a bush
vivid with greenfrom which the jargon
of small birds burstswith a sudden
playground shriek.Tits and finches
rise in numbersgathering like buds
on the almost emptybranches of a birch.
And what to do butlaugh at such evidence
of determined life?
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from Weemoed
Eyewear Publishing
Reprinted by Verse Daily® with permission
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