Today from the partially opened window
We saw each other on the screen
The cold wind bit through the opening
Long enough to laugh, gaze, and wonder
And because today
You coax the inquisitive soul
I turn to the screen
And I gaze at the thoughts through your eyes
And because today
I think, wonder, and write
Whistling I am all alone
Myself the inhabitant of certain premises
And today out my window
Your wet hankered shirt
Shimmers toward my wet nightgown
The sleeves sail together in the wind
Today our bodices together
Bands of silk ribbon clouds
The sun appears against the cold
The wind sculptures our souls
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