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Poem: "Five Window Haiku"

poet's breath reaches out
trying to touch us
one last time

autumn afternoon
last journey from the hospital,
every tree aflame

fresh eyes of poem
follow flower, coffee cup—
the dirty window.

wish: to end, begin.
moment as gate latch opens—
hope both hides and seeks.

mother makes two piles:

the clothes which don't fit

and those no longer here.

Contributor's Note: CELIA WHITE is a Buffalo-based librarian, poet, fiction writer and occasional journalist. She is the author of "Letter," a full-length collection of poems, and the chapbooks "Cusp," "Drink," "Lit," "Sip," and "Path" (2017), in which this poem appears. She has been named Best Poet several times in the Artvoice readers' poll, and has also been the recipient of awards from Buffalo Spree magazine and a Just Buffalo Literary Center Residency. Her current project is "The Ceiling Sings at Nietzsche's," a film about one aspect of the live music bar in Buffalo.

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