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our.

It’s one more slippery

snow-white day

when every bird

has stolen away

.

except for one

in the old elm tree

who watches my window.

But does he see me,

.

or just the reflection

of love left behind?

I blow him a kiss

through the half-opened blind.

.

And as each new season

transfigures our view

perhaps he won’t mind

that I’m watching him too.

.

© 2017  Betty Hayes Albright 

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