Screen to a Window

Photo by temp13rec | Budapest, Hungary

What'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?