i will sit at the sun-blurred window
as naked branches dance in the wind
with thoughts of warmer days
(and memory of warmer ways)
the year is ending without you
here by the sun-blurred glass
alone with my many-chaptered reveries
first love of my childhood self
last thought in a gray-wreathed head
Monday, 15 November 2021
i will sit
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