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She says she likes to observe
the grey and white of the sleet
smudges with a variety of shapes thrown in
displayed like a masterpiece painting
Up close it is smears of paint
but focus changes with some distance
and images come to life
forming a whole picture
by then you’re brought in
you’re a part of it
sucked into the frame by the vacuum of paint and strokes
She listens to the falling sleet
muffled through the glass door
and she hears the sounds of cars driving by
the sounds of sirens
the clicking and tapping of the heat warming her apartment