Stanzas: Monthly Chapbooks August 2015 (Collaboration) | Page 30

My Window’s Good at Hiding Things
Jared Nadin
with frosted panes and rusted hinges.
Glowing blue – yellow, grey – black.
Misty glass fogs out the outside world
so They can’t see me. Can’t
see me laugh or cry; Can’t
see me dance or pray; Can’t
see me through the haze.
My window’s good at hiding things,
but the glass is thin, the wood rotten,
cars whisper through the Streetwebs,
music, tools – the man next door.
My window’s good at hiding things,
until I push it open – wide.
Outside, the view is treacherous.
A long way down to a walled up ginnel.
To the left, a hulking church with bells and statues,
far to the right a second church,
smaller, more cunning than the first.
All filligree and trim – pointed steeples.
My window’s good at hiding things,
from lookers-in and out alike.

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