nearby

 

Somewhere nearby,
a neighbour closes a window
against the change in weather.
It’s that kind of season.
We meet it as we are.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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Poetry by arquious The PoetBay support member heart!
Written on 2026-05-07 at 01:33

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