There’s a window
In my living room
That I can’t open,
A picture window
Old and worn
Who renders through
Distorted panes
A perfect sense
Escape is what
I’ve wanted all along.

I sit up late
And watch withdrawing
Taillights limn
Their careless ways
Across the plate
And vanish,
Streaks in glass
That linger
For the briefest time
And when they’re gone
A dim reflection
Of the inside overlaid,
A careful man in picture frame
Whose rain-dripped face
Avoids my glances.

There’s a window in the living room
Whose painted sash won’t stop
The cold.
And thin as are its brittle panes
I’ve never been of mind to break it.

#HatcherPass #Alaska

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