I
stand in the wide stare
Of
clouded, sun-yellowed panes.
Age-worn
glass, wise, weathered
with life.
with life.
Age-wrinkled
frames
Urging
me to see
What
they have seen.
What
has happened here?
What
all have they witness?
I
can look into them,
Beyond
the surface into
Great
depths or gaze
Back
at the familiar,
Naïve
reflected face.
I
stand in the wide stare
Of
these panes
Trying
to see, to learn
All
of what they can teach
About
the world.
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