Window Washer (Watcher)A Poem by PeteAnd yet…on this morning, I lose sight of oncoming change and sit by the window in a shaft of sunlight; the day gains immediacy. - Thoreau"soft, what light through yonder window breaks" what's left of my quixotic mind leans 'pon a cheesy, hoary kickstand as my pride suffers and back achesalong with faux crutches sporting a padded tilt i search for love along with life's elusive, evasive meaning mostly lost, rarely gleaning only coming to realize that my windows need cleaning never quite able to rustle up a sudsy bucket or rosy squeegee golly gee shame on me it's getting harder and harder to see let alone find the missing key of "to be or not to be" © 2023 PeteAuthor's Note
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