Poetry from the Creek
A personal collection of poetry ...
10 August 2013
Will Be The Same (Rev)
That day in the shriek of shivering and bitter cold
we watched a man in jungle cams build a tropical
shelter. The irony was not lost when frozen guy
ropes would not untangle.
have to deal with this, he said generously,
his eyes squinted in sunlight reflected a billion times
from frosted leaves and the blades of crystalline grass,
– but, he contended, the sun will be the same.
© I.D. Carswell 1966
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