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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2 Reviews Added on February 10, 2023 Last Updated on February 10, 2023 AuthorPeteBoston, MAAboutI love reading, writing, music, nature, God and feeling emotion, not necessarily in that order. To me, these things go hand in hand. My favorite writer is Henry David Thoreau. I think he was a geni.. more..Writing
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