16.2.12

Down & Up Anna Pavlova Close

The bird on the pointy roof
rain-proof, wind-borne, maroon
aloof from a wingless world
and yet, it stands, it sways itself
for the sake of no one else
just a dot on a sheer tile-made top
unmoved, untold by the tick of the clock
whose time-driven hands have never
never caught the sense of its halt.
Not to mention the rest.

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