Tagged: window

every morning, our

every morning, our
English ivy tries to climb out
the window, aiming

for eternity, the way my
heart is freshly bound for home
.
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** in the absence of The Daily Post from WordPress, here’s your daily prompt: bound

saturday, you were

saturday, you were
out of this world and into
the next one – every

door ached, window wept, chimney sighed,
we held on so we wouldn’t slip
.
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on the curb, outside

on the curb, outside
of our window, an idling
truck, predawn, weaving

its big, noisy, trucky dreams
into our great brooklyn ones
.
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between two mournful

between two mournful
pieces of art hanging on
the fifth floor, a way

out – hope, a window of light,
waiting for me to raise the shades
.
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recognizing only a splinter

recognizing only a splinter
of a fragment of how
the observable
universe works, i am stuck
wondering if somewhere,
in the constellation
hydra
, someone has
looked out her window
for the last time, a witness
to the collision, ouroboros
.
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on the nth day of

on the nth day of
summer, we made a few
more discoveries,
hand in hand, arms
swinging towards
home, luck in our
steps. a new
Hedera helix hanging
planter finds its rhythm
alongside us, ready
to climb towards
the stars at our window
.
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everything that is

everything that is
magical about a train
ride is not the train

ride – i stare out the window,
penn station to penn station,

new york city to
baltimore, the moving pictures
shimmer, cast long spells
.
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