We Write Poems #84 Window Faces
Window Faces
Faces at the window
Shadows on the wall
Not your’s or mine
But all the faces
Passing by
Each unique
Snows covers the ground
It is the winter of the year
The wind blows through
The evergreens on the hillside
Weapons explode
Still it is forever quiet
On the mesa
It is the “still life” of the year
All is waiting
Standing still
Breathless
Soon all will begin again
Some will be here to see this
And some will not
Some will be stars
And some will be shadows
Some will be faces in the window
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