Time Enough by James Roberts

TIME ENOUGH

Any time
in the light
is time enough
these days.

The molten ball 
inched
at first 
by inch,

rose in leaps
then strides.

Three turned backs
and pairs of shielded eyes
faced the copper lit cliff top

spoke of dots as people
and turquoise sea.

Morning’s grin
hugs the dip
we are in.

Leaves us
on the city path.

If you liked James Roberts you should read Teresa Coe

Jame Roberts completed an MA English Literature and Creative Writing with a distinction at The University of Sheffield

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