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A Poem for a Morning
Margaret Tait
I'm out here now
on the roof. Look!
I had to get nearer the sky,
For the city was too full of rooms
And I can't be content with a window.
It's too small a thing to accept the ready-made frame.
We builders must keep making our own cities.
Oh, please
Don't fell the trees
For your city…