While window washing

 

I scrubbed the garden window-

the squeegee pealed a song

akin to humpback whales

sounding deep in rubbed glass-

surprisingly natural.

 

sluicing the vitrine frame

dissolving everyday dust

with a pull and swish

comes a sparkled inkling-

 

this simple wish

to let in the light

on less easily cleaned obscurities.

 

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