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Poem #5
I sit alone at my windowsill.
Trees crackle, sunshine blares.
and children laugh like death.
their sharp happiness is a knife to me.
one jealous snake on a windowsill...
they will be here, trees and sun and children with canes and pruney skin.
when i am but a memory a laugh in the trees of time.
i sit alone and try to love them.
I sit alone a snake.
I sit alone and try to love them,
I sit alone and laugh
by cassie newton