Again the Wind Blows
Against a rafter,
the forlorn curtain sways reversed -
the wrong side of the tracks;
awoken in a death-dream state
and it sighs. A sigh so shallow, so depressing
that the window with the eye impressions groans
and creaks open to the winter air of summer,
then forgets why it opened
and returns to its place in the cracked frame,
only to drift ajar again
and watch the rain fall indoors.
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