The Window Washer

Posted on November 30, 2007


Lengthen your life like a shadow
A blue one that creeps into a
quiet Greek cafe on Sunday afternoon

Lengthen your life and shorten
how time goes by
Make poems last longer
and the bittersweet transform quicker into beauty

A slow afternoon
Watching worlds pass by

A window washer
taking the February afternoon
one gust of wind at a time
He’s washing windows
like his own cloudless eyes
Up and down, back and forth
Fingers numb
He hopes with each movement of his arm
He’s wiping the dirt off his heart.