"Window (closed)" by Rusty Morrison

perspective is glass
on a world I neither

occupy nor contain
this red of sky

won’t last the hour
wind finds

in trees
flock of sudden sun bracelet of red breasted blackbirds

rising
as if something loosed in the sky stolen from landscape’s

narrow sleeve
I might clasp around my wrist

recognition
illusory

as it is unrelenting

—"Window (closed) " from Whethering by Rusty Morrison. Copyright © 2004 by Rusty Morrison. Used by permission of the Center for Literary Publishing at Colorado State University.