Moment in Frame
At exactly
Eight twenty nine
Of the brittle morning
A black car passed
In the melting street.
A faded lonely leaf
From last September
Somersaulted
By the rollicking wind
Over the pallid snow
Of early April.
An orange sun
Was shining
And a grey-winged
Redbreast robin
Began to chant
Her Psalms.
poem by Paul Hartal
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