THE MOVEMENT OF WINDOWS
His windows slide up and down
with ease. It gives him satisfaction
to feel the frames
flowing up and down on the tracks.
He raises and lowers them
dozens of times each day,
simply for the pleasure of it.
He doesn’t have to strain hard.
The windows seem to wish to help.
They sigh when he starts to raise them.
They sing in their tracks.
It’s festive when these windows
on Spring Street rise and fall.
Birds passing by pause.
A man with a weight of sorrow
sets it down
to admire the movement of windows.