Blues
Sun shines through the snow squall & the two panes of glass in my back door. I miss you. My knees are cold, & make little popping noises when I climb the stairs.
Dave Bonta
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Sun shines through the snow squall & the two panes of glass in my back door. I miss you. My knees are cold, & make little popping noises when I climb the stairs.
A quiet moment in a house: sunlight pushes through a snow squall and the glass of a back door, and the speaker, standing there, says plainly, "I miss you." There's no explanation of who the "you" is or where they've gone. The poem simply lets the absence sit in the room.
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