Deftly he moves
Up and down
Over here and there
Such different worlds
I'm looking out
He's looking in
Up, down, up, down, side to side
Dappled colors, water spots
Left there from rains and hands past
Arms and Windex work their magic
And the cafe' windows shine again
:)
Panes.
Labels: Free Verse, PoetryPosted by Chelsea at 8:20 PM
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