we incline our heads
when we (see gardens
that tendrils twine,
Ivy, on the window screen.
November, on the ground below.
that sounding snowfall sears,
sees gardens) and dusts them
as we incline our heads.
Yesterday's wineglass
sunset was perjury:
its bowl inclined
pouring wine
to portugal
raising a righteous stem of glass.
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