out my window

it is april,
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it is raining

a good indoor trap.

across the street

my neighbor,

he is writing

in front of his open window.

i see him there often and

want to talk to him —

he used to be a preacher.

last time we exchanged

i asked him,

“how are you?”

and he said

“not good. i’m old.”

the smile he wore

when he said it

pulled my heart

into my stomach

namaste

z

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