wondering at the window

i turn from clouds

to see a sound

or hear a picture

of what was

and never will

be, either present tense

or future.

In absence

i see a window

a little girl

turns

she turns to clouds;

it was a whisper

and then a shawl on bent shoulders,

glasses on dim eyes,

the one book

and him silent.

–lm

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