Sunday, March 12, 2017

postcard from here

i'm pushed
into this corner.
a single chair.
a small window where a circle
of blue appears.
the black stripe of bird.
the silhouette of
a leaf.
I can see the seasons
change
from here,
as another year
passes,
pushed into a corner,
going nowhere,
that much is clear.

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