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Window

In November, Russia
invades the apple limbs:
a sliver of ice,
and three gold leaves.

Japan bleeds
into the blue inscriptions
of the porch bell.

This afternoon the last
leaf fell into the creek,
became a fast black ship
spun out to sea.

How could I go home?

Window

In November, Russia
invades the apple limbs:
a sliver of ice,
and three gold leaves.

Japan bleeds
into the blue inscriptions
of the porch bell.

This afternoon the last
leaf fell into the creek,
became a fast black ship
spun out to sea.

How could I go home?

Zach Miller, 38

Seattle

 
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