After-school hours

Through the barred window,
the wilted flags unsure of which
way to lean.

Weeks so volatile,
not knowing sometimes
where reason is kept, the border

of concrete of things:
Everyday art is an interpretation
of gestures, lines, appetites.

These days somebody else
lives in you.

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