clearly seen behind
clear cold glass
a single pane
all fingers scratch
against this move
ment
into her
shape as
clay
impenetrable
with shade up
no secrets nor that
can be found?
What was said
is not now or ever was
the meaning
writing turns eyes into only
words symbols turn South
always just below the belly
another "open window"
face this poem
difficult y
changes
only rise
from
Neighbor
