above stones the colour of easter eggs,
the water runs grey-green and then grey again,
eddying in the pause between
an afternoon kiss,
and another.
~
the glass is held tight by long ago paint
but wants only to shudder against the july evening,
waking sill.
waking blinds.
[in reponse to this quote:
"the weather of doorways, of windows, distrubing a room"
~ from daphne marlatt's novel, 'taken']
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