While Washing Windows

When Donnelly worked as a window cleaner

equipped with a bucket and a bag of rags

he'd work awhile then stop and ponder

streaks on the glass that were drying fast

Window cleaning     work all poets should try

so many moments of calm to savor

visions of an innermost eye

As once when a stranger to her darkened room

he watched her brow touch the pane

against the streetlight's glow

Remembering how her silhouette

pressed sodium yellow to the brain

he'd squeeze his sponge for another wipe

then start to work again

                                         © Dick Russell, 2013