Outside, the eaves shed fat drops of water
which landed below with a metallic clink
that brought caves to mind. A candle
flickered on the mantel, where seven photos
were arranged in tiny frames. She chose one
and studied it briefly, as if looking for answers,
then replaced it and gazed out the window.
two blossoms, then one
wind tugs at rain-slicked branches
one blossom, then none
(2020) by Hannah Six
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