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Shadows on an upstairs railingmimic the slim trees outsidestretching upward

andthe cold clear waters of the pondmirror the pure perfect blue of the sky on this cold windy wintry dayin Maine

and the sun
that floating white light orb
(can you see it?)
is a reflection


entering the window behind me
and flinging itself into
the sky opposite
and bouncing back inside
onto my small head

I don't know if I am
outside or inside
sometimes

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