The Windows

I'm likely to move

and don't care at this point

what the world shows

on these two

dirty cave wall transparencies
 

Here the branches

of the crabapple

and the spruce

to the south of the house

with the sun behind them

an octagonal squirrel

cast shadows

through which

I can see better

to the outside.

Yes, the shadows

help me see

though a window

mottled by grime
 

What will layers of shadow

do for you

my love

help me see inside of you

Does your soul wave

it's language at me

the leaves the branches the sun

Paste me up outside

and look at my darkness

I rain

even on sunny days

Copyright © 2013 by Barry G. Wick