Tin falls from a roof
like the foil off a box long emptied of its gift
An abandoned homestead stares at passersbys on a cold winter day
her window eyes rimmed with blue
Blue like the heavy powdered lids of a crooning blues diva
Blue to shoo the devil
that demon of snatched lives and time not regained
-Janet Kozachek
-Janet Kozachek
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