Not by the gentle knock

from the radiator,

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,

the storm pane's report -

An afternoon is here.

For hours, the hours

have summoned me.

Where are you?

this moment prompts.

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