From my chair
the clouds drift by
like ocean liners at sea.
In front of them a tall tree barely sways,
barren and seemingly still.
When the wind rustled
against its leafs
the light would reflect
off of them and resemble
the light of the sea.
A light reflects
from a copper building and
obstructs my view.
The tree is bare and stark,
the sky dark and grey.
The fan is whirling on high.
The electrical line cutting across
the big window
is bouncing
up and down
as a crow arrogantly cackles,
Then flies off.
The cars zoom by
and the sounds get smaller
and smaller
as I wait for her to awake.
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