Saturday, November 26, 2016

Cirro

Sometimes
there’s glaziers
Like Cirro,
who works on the corner
near our place  
covered in broken panes
bits and pieces
or the carved
spider web
shatter and splinter
of one whole.
And they make
windows again,
re-makers
to the clear view…
like a way to see
out of hearts
again,
like a way
to remember
the world
is there,
like Cirro does,
who works on the corner
adjoining one to another…
like Cirro,
with windows,
beautiful windows,
that open
to the pop of
our bright, every morning.

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