Pollen
streaked, dust smeared, and soot fingered
Until line
of sight breaks, distance smudges, and
Vision reduces
to a clouded lens.
Traveling
light stops, and the past,
Thrown up
against the glass like a bird in
Running
flight, does not pass through.
Surged crest,
fallen before the gaze connects,
Flounders
unseen and lost at the edge of
Opaque
squares set among the walls.
Windows
sketched in rooms and buildings,
Rag-washed
and dried repetition clears a path
Through grime
and soil for countless scenes.
A long line
of frames stored like album prints
Pocketed in
clear, slip-in sheets for preservation
Grow pale and
unfamiliar, disconnected.
The
foreground uncoupled from the background
Until ladders
are hauled out, cloths are gathered, and
Washing
windows begins again.
© cmheuer, 2015
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