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front window
by Carissa DeweyI sit
dog beside me
backwards on the couch
head nesting on my arms
gazing out through window.
Not quite sure what has got my attention
but my eyes have been stolen
some melted mystery kidnapped them
across the narrow street.
Flat land gives birth to something large,
to the right one can barely make out an old foundation
steps covered in natures fury,
she has salvaged it as her own
a child torn, flatten, buried.
She rejoices to breathe life into her youngling once again.
03/09/2008 Posted on 03/10/2008
Copyright © 2025 Carissa Dewey
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