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!
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