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Mural In The GlassFall once fell in colors here,Mural In The Glass by Moonbeams
you could hear the rust whistle
merry go rounds
still swinging from the hurried departure.
But they are sounds of another time.
is lost in the grey
as rain falls
a heavy patter, a baby's bare feet tapping--
I see the mud tracks fade on the kitchen floor.
I hear the door close in its hinges.
was once uncreased;
among gnawed pencils--
an attention deficit.
Later, the folds of my lids sunk deeper,
dusted with charcoal;
a sophisticated gaze hung on a wrist