The jazz
colored towel
flapped in
the wind
with a
life
of its
own
Moving
like a
crazed
dancer
Twisting
Turning over
the window
Where
a silhouetted
face stared
motionless
into the
black hole
of the screen
For someone
watching
from afar
it was hard
to tell
dead
from
alive
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