The Two Lovers

I still choose to write of them.

The sunrise is unviewable from this position.

The sunset, too.

Too much crowding of buildings and trees

to witness Sol complete his daily routine.

I don’t often spy Luna either,

with her choosing to cross the sky

after all the blinds have been closed.

This whole dance between star-crossed lovers

hidden from my view,

partially by my choice

and partially by my circumstance.

I don’t know why I choose to still write of them

when I can’t see them.

Maybe it’s because I know they’re still there.

Maybe it’s because I want them to be.


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Obstruction

windows of glass

This house has many windows.

One in the kitchen

that sticks in the summer heat

and refuses to ever let a breeze

pass through when most needed.

One that is

destined to be replaced

because of a crack

running through the glass.

There’s one in the upstairs bedroom

with a view of the street below

where children play

and lovers embrace

and people laugh and dance.

A different one

with stained glass decorations

hung against it

to catch the light

and send colors cascading

into the space.

And one window has

a view of nothing but a brick wall

on the other side.


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