Knowledge
Cold winds rattle the thin bare branch
the robin adjusts its body,
feathers ruffle and open just a little
yet the bird gives no attention to this
balancing act.
It is a wind-sailor, just as much
as an ocean-going albatross,
though it travels in groups
within large puddles of sky.
Other robins land
on the chill earth below its branch.
You might think that the robin on the branch
would join them.
I wait for that to happen.
I’ve read that flock behavior is predictable.
Of course if you watch robins long enough
you would note that they perch, stand,
and fly anywhere,
and they don’t read.
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