The window open

a picture of the poem, written on a typewriter.

The window open through
the night, to let the Delta Breeze
cool the upper floors.
We sept well in the cooler
rooms, breathing easier
dreaming happier.
We wake to hot coffee
and the start of another week.
The window open throughout.

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