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WITHIN THE FRAME OF THE OPEN WINDOW:

9:12 a.m.
I smell nature [trees' sap) and the
smoke of the building below
Two people walk in the street
Young man in blue with hands in pockets
and woman in red pushes baby in stroller

Mountains in background shrouded in
fog - like a fantasy or paradise

9:16
Junior high school peeps out of the
fog

I hear children's voices yell, whistle,
cheer, laugh. I can't see them

Sun glares at me through haze which
diffuses its stare.

9:18
Car drives along grey asphalt road
away into the fog of mystery

9:20
Twelve black birds fly off right
I see the kids now, some in a crowd others
spread out a little ways away. All look like
shadows

9:22
The air is warm, the mountains smooth,
the black ledge upon which I perch cool

The screen bars the way.
If I could fly like a bird, I would
push out the screen [unlocked because my
roommate excreted his saliva out the window)
and flutter over the parking lot, trees
and watch the children play and fight.
I would make my home in the Mystery Mountains.

9:25
Since I can't [won't) I will just keep
it all in the window frame of memories

9:27
by Steven Rossman

9:27
Blue car blinks left turn signal
It stops at sign, hesitates, moves out a bit,
then drives left and out of sight behind the
apartments

9:29
And I inhale & smell the air we breathe

9:30

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