Robin Fulton Macpherson "If" in Spring

Crows keep their balance on bucking branch-tips.

Perhaps they imagine they're on rough seas.

If they imagine.

Soaked birch-bark glistens, imagines the sun

has chosen to smile on it, if sun smiles,

if bark imagines.

I balance well on earth that knows its place.

The sun gives, the sun never takes away.

If I imagine.

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