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Window frames within window panes
Tree branch stance
Nothing like a frozen moment in time
Until wind shakes just slightly
A drift of snow, knows, steam from mouth goes to show
Hours pass like petroleum in tank, cruising the curves of a highway
Hair on head, flowing in reverse like a vision captured in slow-motion epiphany
How these tiny frames collide within the overarching picture frame
That leads the charge like battery to tongue
A thick border around
An expansive view
Colors splash and dash in midnight dance forms
To bang up against
A framework designed to capture
A free feeling within a square space.
