The Window Cleaner Dreams of Grass
A morning can be all about earth
and the epistles that spring from it.
Scene 6: The day is unremarkable. Magnolia
takes up flourishing in usual lushness.
it is summer it is summer it is summer
Window squares reflect crosswalk-lines
interrupt sky upon blue sky
upon blue
Scene 6: The smell somehow undone first picked
green yes but familiar to the body that takes it
accords it light in a way
most opaque sifted
turned out
moss creek on her breath.
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