NaPoWriMo #4

A second morning hits my

eastern window at 6 p.m.

when the hospital meets

the sunset. I wonder how

many of the windows

are full of conditions

that curse the omen of

the end of the day.

I wonder how many

smiles sneak out as the clouds

turn yellow,

tugged along by the wind.

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