It’s been three years since windows, cleaned.
Three years, though our contract stipulates yearly.
The pandemic interrupting upkeep.
But, this summer, done once more.
Permitting sun and moon alike to penetrate.
Swell the house with light.
So bright, it seems like every lamp, lit.
Every hour.
Morning, night.
Overflowing into pores.
Hearts, minds.
Merging with the outside world, though in.
New, unexpected bliss.
Grime of past seasons, gone.
By Empress branches kissed.
Lynn Benjamin
August 29, 2023
