after For Daphni, by Sean S
Sleep moresothan than to-do day before dousing your lights.
Outside suncold shadows flit birds.
Windows ghost over panes, pangs of this moment.
Drought-times or frozen lakes stretched to consider, perhaps, pink.
Songpractice, your head unpulled, plucked drifting by melody upstairs.
Soft-stretched schoolteachers: first crush (crunch). No score.
A hoodie and coat bedazzled by her latticed silhouette.
Barren: tree abetting my frozen river.
Underpursed, arm offtaken, to go.
Steps resounding like backgammon tiles.
Sitting is always the first note in (im) patience.
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