Saturday, 9 January 2010


The window fell out
Of the hole it was in,
And proceeded to fall to the earth.

The frame it was with
Broke down at the loss,
And the occupants spoke of its worth.

The ground underneath
Was holding its breath
Awaiting the blow of its falling.

The air in-between
Tried vainly to save
The glass from its imminent calling.

The impact released
All the tension within,
And the day swept up all the remains.

The glazier arrived
To keep out the sky,
And the pain was replaced once again.

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