I’ve had a feeling lately
That the windows never open,
That scratches in the
Plate glass trace out patterns
Made from patent tropes.
And maybe it’s the winter
Painting all its teardrop
Landscapes, or the
Platitudes of summer
Told sarcastically in
Golden hints to kiss
These frozen transoms
One more time before
The rain sets in,
But something so quotidian
About these flaxen sunsets
Makes me wonder just how
Much these windows
Show me that I’m blind.

#Paris #France

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