Putting away the sun dresses,
the summer has carried us here–
there’s an edge in the sky,
a mix of blue with hard tin,
wan through half-shut blinds
as the window wiper descends
in a perilous descant.
Some movements are
immovable, their arc
and conclusions, fixed.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
I really like how you are able to capture a single moment in time as a unique revelation.
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this is beautiful poetry…
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Thanks!
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you are welcome!
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‘Some movement are
immovable’
I like this. Your tone is excellent; delicate, and honest.
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Thanks!
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