The windowsill

Credit: @pigoff

As the record spins
I think.
The window pitter patters,
Logs burning.

Purple and orange on top
White below,
I smile and stop.
A fleeting glow.

A speck of hope falls
Punch the wall
Take the blow

A viscous fight occurs,
Distracted as the record spins.

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