Sunday, 6 September 2020

Porthole Progress



Window watching has my eyes attuned
An almost scene of life in doubt
Where points of view and conversation
Can draw my musing inside out

First views might be distracted
By limitations of my sight
A sunlight stream a midnight beam
Or something too immersed in light

In a row of well-placed colours
Waiting silently for stares
Not merely short-lived glances
Where clear attentiveness compares

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