windows peer out at me laughing at the sky
endless light and blue
reflected in their eyes
some of them smile out on me
chipped-teeth of cracking panes
maybe blind with blinds
and painted faces lead-light stained
draped in deepest velvet
some windows are my whores
or slatted with venetians
others are nonchalant bores
but open wide and gaping
drinking cackles of street-crushed-sound
they wrap you in the echoes
of a noisy life profound
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