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The window in my childhood bedroom facing southeast hasn’t changed – Same scratched sill, torn screen Sticking in the same place when opened too wide – but the world beyond it has People walk their dogs wearing surgical masks The hospitals spill over like cupped palms beneath a broken faucet And yet beyond the window, the world goes on: The absentminded Aspens shiver in the gusting wind Shaking their leaves like tiny tambourines The cattle graze in the pasture, unbothered And the familiar saw- toothed silhouette of the San Juans lords over it all as it has for thousands of years before me, as it will for thousands of years after I am gone. – mrg
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
Beyond the Window, the World Goes On
The window in my childhood bedroom facing southeast hasn’t changed – Same scratched sill, torn screen Sticking in the same place when opened too wide – but the world beyond it has People walk their dogs wearing surgical masks The hospitals spill over like cupped palms beneath a broken faucet And yet beyond the window, the world goes on: The absentminded Aspens shiver in the gusting wind Shaking their leaves like tiny tambourines The cattle graze in the pasture, unbothered And the familiar saw- toothed silhouette of the San Juans lords over it all as it has for thousands of years before me, as it will for thousands of years after I am gone. – mrg
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Apr 5, 2020
Apr 5, 2020 at 6:02 PM UTC
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