Survival Poem by Una Woods

Survival



beech leaves squinting yellow
across the yard
brass keyholes in the sun
iced in
milk-clouds stirred by chilly branches
chimneys strike in street protest
against a bitter sky
look at salvation this way
in isolation one thing
belongs to another's isolated
will to survive

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