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⇢(1) Four Windows
⇢(2) Nail Clipper, Peach, Face, lodging and a Hug
⇢(3) ember
⇢(4) the bench above
⇢(5) shaded green
⇢(6) the bird that cries at night
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(12.26.2024)
window 1.
Snow falling at dawn,
melts in sunlight,
slipping from the eaves.
Raindrops hit the railing,
tick—tick—
scattering in a playful rhythm.
Window 2.
A bare tree,
twisting and swaying in the winter wind.
Dry branches push and pull,
leaving scratches behind.
Window 3.
A black plastic bag,
clinging to the tip of a branch, dances.
Its silhouette exposed in the wind,
it turns, ashamed yet never letting go.
The gripping fingers,
stained with longing.
Window 4.
A fragment of cloud,
drifting over low buildings.
Above the noisy street,
peace flows indifferently.
The winter sky remains unshaken.