I stood here once before
on this waltzing floor
deserted by the petals —
upon the frockless windows
zirconias congregate in constellation
patterns,
beyond the glass the skeletal
boughs bend
with the watchet wind.
the balance sheet bleeds white
as yesterday’s snow, air-crisp
against the seeping eastern light —
reluctant legs lunge
from the starting line
once again.
D. G. Vachal © 2014
*** Photography: Reflect by Mikhail Tkachev
lilies, sparrows and grass 
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