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Listening to ice cubes melt inside tall glasses smudged with the DNA of days gone by

Watching glass shatter through yellow-grilled windows in a house by the tracks  

Walking into secret realms beyond painted blue doors set inside uneven frames  

Finding a 2 of hearts under an ugly bright street light while walking through the pain

Drifting off into those swirly moves as sharp steel blades cut through cold blue ice 

Discovering a hidden name beneath the melted wax on a wooden desk in the back

Watching the sky shoot pink hued arrows across the horizon at the threshold of dusk

Taking in that first drag after ages and being instantly pulled back into lazy afternoons 

Cutting clouds while watching the birds circle and glide as bronze segues into twilight

Opening the mailbox to find an envelope with a card and pressed autumn leaf tucked inside

Picking up the pieces once again and putting them back where they never belonged.
 

The Cloudcutter

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