Paintings
still-life windows
the snow fell
-how life is frozen!
Solids inside canvas,
watching from outside,
seeing this winter landscape
from a reflection on glass,
I realize something
is reflecting in front of
the blowing snow, larger,
and full of life. Me,
remembering all the icy
days of the past.
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