He picked up
the old window
white paint on the molding
chipped with the touch
and fell.
The glass panes
were warped
and held small
pockets of air, crystallized.
He set it against
an old back door,
the metal hinges
rusted and burnt red
stuck in place
and left them to rest
in a barn with all the pieces
of a house
he could not forget.
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