Monday, March 3, 2008

Washing Windows by Jakob Chapman

I am always amazed
at the clarity
pure pool
of crystal style
that rests
before lashes
increasing vantage
decreasing ambiguity
of secret smiles
and hymn numbers
seen from the isle

fuzzy shapes
moving in the grass
throw them away
beside the book
on the blanket
they get in the way

I am always amazed
at the clarity
the freedom
from indistinctness
which happens
every time
I put on my glasses

3 comments:

Silent Poet Klaus said...
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Silent Poet Klaus said...

Nice form and as if I am looking through your eyeglasses while reading it.

Jakob said...

Thanks Klaus. Stop by again sometime.