Windows

Today I have been washing windows

Where storms have left their stain,

And marks were made in loneliness

By someone s fingers mine, I guess

On the outside smear of rain,

On the inside blur of pain.

I had forgotten that clean windows

Can make such difference.

That through a glass as clear as air,

Landscapes seem painted on each square,

That colors shapely and intense

Can bring relief and recompense.

I ve looked so long through darkened windows

Where my own reflection peers,

I had forgotten there might be

Things outside myself to see

I wonder if your eyesight clears

For better vision after tears.

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