My unknown neighbor
keeps a chalice
on her window sill,
half filled with sand,
and on the sand a blood-red candle.
A chalice steady and round
behind wavy net curtains
that would undulate
if my neighbor,
of whom I only know
a silhouette,
would ever open
her window.
– James Steerforth (© 2007)
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