Window

Shadows shatt’ring on the panes -

Nothing outside in remains;

Yet, through all the shouts and clatter

Nothing in it seems to matter.



Watching with its careful eye

It notes every breath or sigh,

Keeping in itself reflections

And suggesting no directions.

Author's Notes/Comments: 

I was thinking about images, and I was looking through a window :/

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