4/5/2017 0 Comments Screen to a WindowWhat's a screen
To a window? A window to a door? Through screens, Observation is a talent. A world idealized In muted tones and Grey-washed, Tin-typed signs Is never read Quite as legibly. Through those Doors slammed, To sets of wheels Blurring over miles, I can't seem to recall His features. See, Identity blurs In the backseat at night or Through dirty windshields in a rear-view mirror. Is that grass greener? Or are the staggered smears Finally Staining a believing Mind's eye?
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