I try to open these windows
Their hinges make creepy noises
As they open out, difficultly,
To endless vistas of light and shadow
The night queen bloomed below them
And I can smell the morning grass
Beyond the red-and-white sari
That hangs on the clothesline
Amid shattered pieces of the sky.
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