Stars Like Wheels
--- grave and turning --- ,
Creation nudged forward,
the sun indeed rises.
High empty windows
brighten blinking;
myopic windows
open wider:
thin ice laid bare.
On looming walls
dawn's Light gathers breaking
--- afternoon, night
turning in tow unseen,
February full circle.
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