you stand
firm on the wet
grass staring
up at the torn
blue shutter
fluttering in
the march wind
like a stuck kite.
can you fix that,
she says, pointing
upwards
as if you can't see
or hear the problem.
but you don't answer,
your mind is on
other things
that you can't fix.
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