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77 Terry Wolverton Paradelle for Empty Windows The house where I lived with her was full of windows The house where I lived with her was full of windows Against her protest, I left them bare, open to trees and sky Against her protest, I left them bare, open to trees and sky I lived bare against the sky and was her full house of trees where windows protest her to open; I left with them. Armloads of dresses heaped in the trunk of my car Armloads of dresses heaped in the trunk of my car Views I could not take with me: bright lemons on branch Views I could not take with me: bright lemons on branch Branch of bright dresses, armloads of lemons in the trunk Me, my car, heaped with views I could not take on. Dust gathers on my rented windows, blind with plastic slats Dust gathers on my rented windows, blind with plastic slats When the quake hits at three a.m., panes shiver but I don’t look out When the quake hits at three a.m., panes shiver but I don’t look out Blind a.m. gathers; don’t shiver. When my plastic dust hits at rented panes, look out. Three windows with the slats on, but I quake. Dresses shiver in bright windows. Her. And I was blind to sky Panes could not take on the views of bare lemons, slats protest Branch hits against my trunk; my trees don’t open. Car heaped with plastic. I lived with full armloads of her; I left them at the windows where I rented three a.m. Look on but with the dust. House of me when gathers quake. ...

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