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The Window Watcher

sweet death

and time travel came

to her down the hall

a face now only outlined in brief

a voice melted into the walls

of a cocooned cubicle

life passed in form 

 dysfunctional humanity 

birch branches beat at the window 

warning of the impending end

unaware they came quietly

 the angels

in her sleep 

away from the desk

 humans now hover over

wondering 

 

the trees stand upright

 calm

her soul

 stands with them

looking inward

at

life

 

 

bkmackenzie

 

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