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[framlingem]

Some mornings the curtains
open
and I can see out.
I can see clearly -
no more gauzy separation,
no dim shadows, just sunshine.
Sunshine or clouds or birds in the trees,
dirt on the ground,
just on the other side of the glass.
The glass is marked with foreheadprints,
noseprints,
handprints,
cheekprints,
and on the other side there is the world.
Some mornings the curtains open
           and at
                     night
                               they
close.

Comments

[(Anonymous)]

Lovely, as always. I can really see your window. (Can't see "writing poem" on your list of yesterday, bbut I'm very happy you did)