“Fall(ing)”
Up high in the sill
the man in the pin-striped suit
sways calm in the breeze.
“Rent”
She opens them one
by one. Lays them on the desk.
He will never come.
“Five”
Struggling with words,
this language is new for him.
Remember he is young.
“Dow”
Money, paper, pens.
If it falls again, will we?
Try not to invest.
“Stephen-cat”
I reflect the light
on the floor. He likes to play
with his own shadow.
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