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fine droplets
across the glass
unnoticed
as the mist wafts in occasional waves
all up the street
and before and after the telephone wires thrum and
bounce but
looking above the roof of the house opposite
the fir tree bristles and waves
constantly
behind
while the bare birch just shrugs
a chimney
more trees
light grey
sky above
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birch wormhole: new year’s eve 2014; train up to London to / walk the bridges across the Thames, and / listen to the voices say it is, and was, like, / but get back home before the fireworks / obliterate it all in the emptying twilight
chimney & house & trees wormhole: New York, New Haven and Hartford, 1931
combe end wormhole: knees
fir wormhole: dawn
glass & grey wormhole: ‘the hour before dinner – / the empire of dusk’ – poewieview #6
mist wormhole: because
rain wormhole: library windows
roof wormhole: suddenly fly off again
sky & streets wormhole: organ / sunlight in all our eyes – poewieview #11
waves wormhole: development
wind wormhole: sixty four sixty five – poewieview #1
windows wormhole: Grizedale College
mlewisredford 
I wanted to call this a Polaroid Poem. droplets of desolation, a sense of isolation, bleakness midst all the turbulation (which I didn’t think was a word—so I thought I’d conflate turbulence and tribulation—but am told it means the enforced movement of photographic bath to overcome stagnation at the surface of film or paper during processing) So the definition fits your luminous image perfectly. Movement is essential, so in the end polaroid doesn’t fit. The hands of the photographer must keep the fluid in motion. In other words, I am smitten by this image.
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‘smitten’ or ‘readten’, I can always detect your tribulence
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