It clears.
And the sun throws light on the dust on the windows,
the constancy of that mist.
To see "if the weather is with us."
And it is.
And it is amazing how much a window lets
in or out.
Part of a cross from a tower
on a puddle on a connecting walk,
white waterpipes that sidle up sides
of white buildings to tie tin cornices to ground,
other windows polished by indirections of reflections.
Quiet.
The sky.
-Cid Corman
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