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Window Shade

ISSUE:  Spring 2008

In its frame of light it faintly glows,
like a projection screen,
and the shadows of lovers that once
played over it, and the whispers
rolled up into it at dawn,
are merely stains, and what was
promised here against the night
has since gone slack, like the steel spring
that flaps in the roller.


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