Two worlds in one place
Hold my gaze as I pass,
One world inside the glass,
And one world out.
I assume I am of the latter,
But saying that, questions arise.
Shaken Faith
window
Reflection
The buildings from across the square Are echoed in the window’s panes. They glisten in a cordial way And, were I able, I’d consider Slipping through this looking glass To window shop and maybe stay.
Ode to an October Window
I am these annuals drying in the window box
And the leaves blushing on wall climbing vines
Or yellow-paled in the mirrored trees,
For I too tire, well-seasoned in my own falling.
Season Sighting
With reflecting branches just barely,
And red decreasing leaves framing
Those double panes home warming fairly,
Sentry window is falling proclaiming.
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