A still window frames a moving scenery
Baffles cut them into rectangles of minute details
Each an interesting study of nature out in the wild
Who planted the firs and bushes around the pool
A different shade of green sitting on a younger green
Seeping through the blind against overhanging clouds
hurrying to my gaze
The wind is blowing south to the imagined oceans
I wish the room is afloat, always embracing the thunderous
snores of the giant planet, blow these old bones apart
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