October 2021
Bio Note: I am a professional pianist and vocal accompanist. I have a master's degree in accompanying from the Eastman School of Music. I enjoy writing poems about my experiences traveling and hiking.
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As I type, sunlight touches my fingers
Through the window,
Reddish from the summer smoke.
I imagine melting into it,
Yellow, orange, shapeless, still,
No more fear or judgment,
No one answerless,
Alone.
An artificial light appears
Asking for attention.
I am looking at it and the sun
Reflected in its digital clock.
When I finish reading what it says,
I blow my questions on the windowpane.
What is happening to us?
Nobody will answer,
Not even the screen in my hand
Reflecting orange light.
©2021 Maggie Hinchliffe
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