Sunday 10 October 2021
Greta
Who will tend our bones,
listening to the rain,
does a river run alone,
let our song ring,
on suburban trains,
birds we hear sing,
herring gulls that soar,
we maybe see again,
hear their eerie moans,
their cry a broken thing,
these September days,
driving before the sea,
swore we’d never go,
just to count our gains,
birds already know,
struggling with everything,
they always find a way,
drain summer’s softening,
before autumn stays .
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