Weekdays

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Remember that,
that old patio door

an ancient oak tree's silhouette
brushes over the night. Spreading

aura out & around
its limbs--like silent film.

We edit, crop,

perfect. Existence Cut & placed,

--beneath white leaves. As I close the door,

wind the reel,
and find another Sunday.  

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