first cold rain reached in this morning
soggy black windowsill
a clear message
seamless cover unassuming
for each
sunlight shifting
way out
strung behind the gray
thick deep brown maples
a few leaves hanging on
looking east their final days
isolated patch of green grass
cold puddle
clean blanket
drowning out the options
nowhere to run
--- e b bortz
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