Singular View Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Singular View



Again, re-looking out the window, observing an
ocotillo and noticing the inside lights reflecting
on the window and looking like they are sitting
upon the branches of the ocotillo, just right where
they always belonged.
A singular view seen by this poet while sitting and
writing like any other day.

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