Luck Unneeded

(c) Lee Kindness

How flies the lark on a winter’s day
With the biting chill always at face?
Bravely he mounts the frigid air
The sounds of man to fade away
Diving down amid city streets
May the merest seed or berry hold
On stick or twig in the juniper bush
Silhouette stark against a city wall
Shouting with letters twisting the colors
The man with the can offers his bread
Luck unneeded where kindness plays


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