The heat and cold struggle against each other.
Night into day
Day into night
The windows follow in the struggle
between elation and resignation.
A brisk chill blows across the hand
that separates the inside
from the world
of air
and sea
and wind
and stars.
That hand's final motion,
did not know itself
until there was no time left,
and the deed was done.
Until the breath of spring
warms the glass once more.
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