Self-Portrait as Window
When you look through me
which darkness illuminates
your vision, outlining the
ghosts of never was and not
yet? Or do your eyes glare
back in silent terror, knowing
the power of liquid made
solid, of light transformed to
electricity and by inference
these words or the shades
drawn by voice command?
Transparent, elusive, evident,
I stand alone, clear. Hidden.
“Self-Portrait as Window” first appeared in The Dew Drop in November 2020.
O at the Edges 
Are the lights lighted inside
Or is the path without illuminated
The one reveals the naked face
From that path
From that path, though
Is a reflection
Of what’s all around
But voiceless
From inside
…a response
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Windows are so complex!
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I hear the version 11 windows are a whole new level of said complexity.
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Oh, god. No kidding.
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