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Dusty Glass Pane

from below, erratic night traffic gently taps at the wide windows whose glass looks enigmatic, though its graphite grayness is really not a solid part of itself, no dusting can darken it less, a cathedral pane of ages olden, but from across the noisy street, a pizza neon tarnishes it golden!

Copyright © | Year Posted 2007




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