One for Sorrow

It’s Autumn now, so not
unexpected that our breath
makes clouds

murmuration of starlings
comma the skies as if they too
await good news

bottles of expressed breast milk
rest warm in my lap as we
travel to the neonatal ward

exposed tree trucks look
fat enough to total a car
driven headlong at them

sometimes we get there without
having to pause
at a single red light

without fail
on every single journey
I see one magpie.

Alexis Wolfe
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