A Mild O’clock

 

Squint of window
curtain, half-drawn
hung upon

some mild o’clock.
Outside,
everything matters.

Sleek of halfway
reflection, safe from
the fact of the face,

stretches
impossibly
upward.

Tide, sky, cloud,
wind, bones
lay rolled in me.

 

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