Slowly but surely Poem by Hanny Michaelis

Slowly but surely



Slowly but surely
day stretches its zebra's neck
towards a copper sun.
Wind ruffles the wet
green hair of city parks,
unrolls a stark blue flag
above the roofs. Whoever sees this
has survived the night,
like it or not.

Translation: 2009, Judith Wilkinson

Tuesday, August 22, 2017
Topic(s) of this poem: city,hair
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