Walking or driving past, I like to look
at windows: light-framed, curtained, scrolled,
iron-grilled— and, unshuttered,
their intimations of shared life.
In response to small stone (158).
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Purveyors of fine poetry since 2003.
Walking or driving past, I like to look
at windows: light-framed, curtained, scrolled,
iron-grilled— and, unshuttered,
their intimations of shared life.
In response to small stone (158).