Sunday, November 7, 2010

Seeing Through

The window is cracked.
The screen doesn’t fit.
A tangle of cobwebs
Droops across it.
It’s filthy with grease
And splatters of food.
I stare at its ugliness
And look for some good.
There is none.

But by shifting the focus,
- A trick of the eye -
The ugliness fades
And I see the sky.
I see the hillside
And golden leaves;
Outside my window
The late autumn breeze
Is blowing the branches
And changing my mind.


November 7, 2010

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