Window

by Steve King

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I have a favored window.

It draws the light

in tones I wish to see.

It gathers birdsong

from the depths of dawn,

and spills my dreams

upon the evening lawn.

There may be other windows

I might use.

Even rooms without a view.

But here I’ll stay to celebrate,

and ever more to muse.

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