Glass
A piece of glass in the window
between you and me.
Sand heated becomes a question:
what does it mean to be on one side
of silicon gel?
I walk away, enter a train.
surrrender my ticket, but still I'm looking
into space through glass, a very basic substance,
it is inescapable.
An enormous pea floats in a clear glass bowl
of Lake Baikal water.
The Russian Master-At-Arms looks out the window.
People in the streets below
are guided by glass bulbs of electric.
Yet this doesn't tell if glass restricts
or separates; is light or heavy & what best methods
to use for mending.
copyright JJW
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