Condensation

A bright blue sky day
A vision of that picture
The one of a faint figure
Gazes through the pane

Of a rain glazed screen
Obscure as a lump in
A thoughtless throat
Numb and still silent

It’s as if an epic sigh
Added fog over fog
Whys on top of how’s
Pressed against a palm

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