Indoors for
days, I’m gone
in the sweep
of what
the window
gathers: sunset’s
heft serrated
between jagged
limbs hung limp
over the shed
roof’s orange
rust, coils of underbrush,
the gaps
darkness articulates.
Indoors for
days, I’m gone
in the sweep
of what
the window
gathers: sunset’s
heft serrated
between jagged
limbs hung limp
over the shed
roof’s orange
rust, coils of underbrush,
the gaps
darkness articulates.
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