The window in the east caught fire; pure gold
licked the frame and the walls; while outside,
shapes peeled away from each other; timber
and bramble; and the light burned a path through
the silent woods until a warbler cleared his throat
looking for the right note to pursue, perhaps
wondering, which tone would best bring in the day.

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