The world contracts to the edge of my window bay
The edge of the computer screen
One containing my small yard
The other keeping the world away
The window shows the daffodils
Yellow flowers against blue sky
The neighbors cars as they drive through
Yellow flowers against the blue
Against the rubble and the din
You cannot keep the world
From getting in

NaPoWriMo Day 16; prompt: curtal sonnet (10 iambic lines-tetrameter here, plus a final short line)

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