ROBIN . TLH . Monochrome morning Waiting for the walk sign Sky the color of concrete and steel . Others hurry past me Clutching their coffee Matching in shades of drab . Me in my red wool coat A robin among blackbirds Head bowed against the wind . No one sees me smile
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