my hand at the window, waving

Lauris Dorothy Edmond



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standing at the window

standing at the window i have to correct myself.

i am inside looking out.

however, what i see outside

is the inside of an empty room.

i lean that way.

the room in which i stand is full.

inside, the weight of my full room keeps my feet.

i reach. i reach.

poem by erin

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