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Not by the gentle knock

from the radiator,

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nor by its whisper of air

and not by the wind

just outside, its urging,

but by muffled rattles

suddenly clear

in singular taps

on the window frame,

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the storm pane's report -

An afternoon is here.

For hours, the hours

have summoned me.

Where are you?

this moment prompts.