Wednesday, September 12, 2018

Through the Soot

When living in any big city,
The air might be sooty or gritty,
So many will lose
Their apartment’s nice views
Due to windows with grime – what a pity!

It’s cumbersome keeping them clean.
All New Yorkers will know what I mean;
For the sparkle I got
When I Windexed, will not,
By tomorrow, retain any sheen.

So my vistas are subtly skewed,
Since with schmutz all my views are imbued.
Yet somehow, through the soot
I might notice afoot,
On a terrace, a neighbor who’s nude!

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