Window © W. Scott Grant March 27, 1985 2:45 pm He walked up to the window “Hi! How are you?” This person looked familiar I studied him close Tall, lanky, brown hair, brown eyes Familiar ~ He walked to me and said “I know you.” I reached to touch him He reached to touch me We met midway, our fingers touched a window window wodniw window wodniw window wodniw Wake up!
I love this! Very cool poem 👍👍
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I love this, the mindset of a window that morphs into something else, the way you use the reflected words at the close to allude to the ending rather than just tell us. Clever. 🙂
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I’m like the dog that barks at his reflection. 😉
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