Saturday, May 16, 2015

Closing Windows


I carved a face onto a stone,

put in my pocket

and kept it for a charm.


After a while I grew uneasy

and put it

into a drawer in my bedroom.


One day I ran over the fields,

over the railway tracks to the stream

and threw it in.


I slept well that night,

but later, troubled by dreams,

I became obsessed with closing windows.

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