when perhaps parting
think of the likely
shafts of pale light
turned around corners
with a surprise interrupted
which of those days held
the thought possible
greet every movement
from the glass house
as looked in and away
no need to answer
any word from that courier
of the gathering comfort
is a message at the
window
waiting.
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