Hearing the wind through a crack in the glass

Hearing the wind through a crack in the glass,

thinking of this other life, just after sickness,

or when the kids have gone to school,

without income, improvement, or life-purpose.

The pin-oak, spread out once again

upon our boundary, massive and presence-

like, overhead.

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