Paintings 
still-life windows 
the snow fell 
-how life is frozen! 
Solids inside canvas, 
watching from outside, 
seeing this winter landscape 
from a reflection on glass, 
I realize something 
is reflecting in front of 
the blowing snow, larger, 
and full of life. Me, 
remembering all the icy 
days of the past.                
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