hibernation

through the door to

sit by the window,

leave the window to

travel through the mirror

( the passersby

  sense the mood inside

    they whisper

    without knowing

  rumors, apprehensions

  secrets like

  flags in the front yard

  waving in full sight

  but silent )

i delve into,

i challenge the immutable,

i suffer the change

and adapt, until i

leave the mirror

to look out the window,

then leave the window

to walk out the door

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