It clears. And the sun
throws light on the dust
on the windows, the
Of that mist. To "if the
weather is with us",
and it is. 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 cornice to
ground, Other windows
polished by indirections Of reflections. Quiet.
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