another life...one afternoon
stillness of late afternoon, when calm inside meets tranquil scene without—hands pressed again against the glass between to mirrored fingertips and palms… not a silence, but a distance: sounds of life—below, away— divorced from the insistence they at other times convey when pandemonium embalms… another life—one afternoon—i recollect before unveiling of mortiferous defect… and now returning: new surroundings through same glass; but this time pain in surging poundings, mourning loss of windchime... Sign in to see full entry.