Having absorbed the news,
now framed pensive
in the window
of Room 309.
The tree line mimics
the view from my adolescence,
evergreen, gold and maroon
brushing the azure sky.
Blue gray clouds drape
then drift almost imperceptibly
in tandem
with the transition of time.
Now and then
seagulls wing leisurely,
sweeping the landscape
in precise well ordered formation.
I tug the shade closed
then turn to face
the calendar wall,
cross out another day
I can never take back.
Ben Rasnic currently resides in Bowie, Maryland. Author of four published collections (three available from amazon.com), Ben's poems have been nominated for Best of the Net and the Pushcart Prize.
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