In this solitude
count the strips peeling
away from trees like shadows.
In this interval
a calculus of petitions
and flocks of unsent letters.
Above this well
an aperture of fitful light
calibrating the upward climb.
In each street
row after row
of homesick windows.
~ after Sohrab Sepehri
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