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Untitled - For Brent
A man
Deep set in a long silence,
At last has thoughts effervescing.
He faced the window
Squared his stance
And pushed it open
The breeze brought to him,
A tiny gift,
It sat quietly in the palm of his hand
He throws one leg over the sill,
Then the other,
Like a boy,
Chuckling as he sits,
Looking outward
At the world unfolding
The breeze brought to him,
A tiny gift,
It sat quietly in the palm of his hand.
