The Rook

A short group of connected verses

                        

  1                      There's a lazy nod

                        Abstracted from the wing

                        Grey of empty winter

                        And the purpose clear

                        Once black paint drawn

                        The land - immortal mark

                        Fixed in a memory

                        Of yellow corn and

                       

 2

Bare yellow scrubbed bricks

A coffee house trend

And city loneliness easy

                        On the ready phone

 

 3

                        In darkness - bird singing

                        For light or oblivion

                        These strange ‘square’ trees

                        Isolated from morning songs                       

  

 

                      

 4                      To keep a balance

                        Supposes some mutual trial

                        Sat in this chair

                        Blackbird uneasy on branch