by Daniel Belcher

Created on: July 27, 2010

The dirty old window in my office

is bothering me

Black with grimy spots

on its window pain.

Its tracks are full of dirt,

paint chips and old dead bugs

I thought to myself

this doesn’t make any sense

Wringing out

the wet rag with a firm grip

I began to clean

that smudgy old window

Like dropping scales,

the smut is thoroughly removed

Clearer and clearer

the sunlight shines through

I stared at the dirty rag

and squeeze it hard

I listened to the water

fall into the bucket

like drops of rain.

I feel good now

My window is clean

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