To clear a window to a soul is not easy but
here is a way
First find the right soft duster
breathe softly on the cloth from the heart
and tentatively, watchfully, carefully
begin to polish away corrosion
The cloth can catch
and leave threads of itself
but with love and hope and perhaps thousands of tears
the rust on the soul window will clear
Window cleaners swing on ropes
Commandos with a squeezy mop
I can see clearly now
The chocolate Labrador looked out of the white van window, his pork pie hat tilted forward over one ear. “Left hand down a bit, mate”, he growled, flicking the butt of the very thin roll-up into the gutter. “Just park here. Let’s go. Let’s do it.”
The washing up done, Tina drew a heart on the steamed up kitchen window. Her rubber glove squeaked as she wrote her lover’s name. A vegetable knife glinted from the bottom of the sink. Tina rinsed it and stared at the heart and the name. Then she opened the window so that the steam, and the name, disappeared. It was gone. Until Tina’s husband did the steamy washing up the next day.
http://www.paragraphplanet.com 25 November 2013
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