"Window" poem, you like?

Two Small Windows in a Green House



The mornings it rains

They wake up slowly

And steam in the shower

Allowing for condensations slow drip

In yawning’s aftermath.

Hard glass panes,

Unreadable during the daytime

When light is balanced

Become a lively set

When shadows are thick enough outside

To frame movements within.

They are patient while the latest series unfolds.

The program begins at twilight

With 7 o’clock homework

And continues, slow and silent,

Till the screen goes dark at 12

Of it’s own accord.

Solemn and neutral in their affairs,

They look neither in nor out,

Ignored even by the insects that bump

Boorishly into their streak-free countenances,

And the spiders who are sometimes caught

Between lens and wire mesh,

A trap more dangerous than the ones

They spin with their own sly thread.

Witness to secrets of every imaginable

Size, shape and color

They never speak of what they’ve seen.

Bickering squirrels and

Loutish neighbors,

Fiery, loaded secrets,

Ushered outside on a mild breeze,

That cool and fall back to earth

With the next rain,

Feeding trees, plants, rooftops, rivers,

And windows.

"Window" poem, you like?
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