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.