the robin

the fog starts to lift,
twenty minutes in,
and though it discouraged
sailor and runner alike,
the robin knows
that the rain will have forced
many fat earthworms
to the surface,
ready for plucking up,
and to be swallowed whole;
likewise the wrens
happily sing the late morning in:
they are glad to be here
for another day,
as the wind comes up a little,
and at least one sailor,
duly fortified,
decides he will make a run
for the far shore:
he may have seen the robin,
and been inspired.

May 17, 2009.

Copyright © 2009, Ricky A. Pursley. All rights reserved.

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