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Sunday, September 08, 2013

The Broken Window

Once the slow beauty of sunrise painted a farmhouse window each morning
Weightless rays caressing and warming clean glass
Obscuring those within, reading folded newspapers over toast and Cheerios
Now the glass is gone and the sun hides her face behind the clouds
And behind the empty frame lurk only shadows
And the whispers of ghosts long gone.

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