life passing within four walls
a leaky faucet of time
the overgrowth of yard
before the window
effortless and green
a million sown fields of pokeweed
glowing pink for a moment
in the stillborn sunrise
it's partly cloudy today
I am superimposed over this reality
there is rain in every imaginary forecast
time is a summer storm
before the window pane
the blackberries of july will become the winter's snow
before I am gone
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