Window
Window

Window

ice window 

Underneath the snow, the ice is as clear and as smooth as glass.  Crouching beside the track, I look through winter backwards to last year’s leaves.  I imagine being on the other side, looking through the frozen window into this new year.  Windows show us worlds we can’t immediately access.  Still unknown, the future calls me outside to play.

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