• Vol. 09
  • Chapter 11
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from a winter window
an abandoned sky,
too dark for solace

black ice shadows –
a mountain
with no footholds

wordless trees –
nothing left to say
to one another

late white roses
stayed too long -
will never open

after this long drought,
don’t lose your way …

quick – did you see
a silver kingfisher
pass by?