If it is a window
it hasn't been cleaned for years.
It is difficult to make out
what is on the other side.
It looks like people
doing ordinary things:
brushing their teeth,
getting dressed,
reading a book.
Usually there are one or two.
Occasionally more.
Their voices are muffled
as if speaking
a foreign language.
Of the hundreds
that come and go,
one is there all the time.
You recognize the hair,
the way he sits, staring
off into the distance.
You think he may be
trying to talk to you,
to communicate.
But you can't make out
the words.
You wave.
He waves back.
This goes on for days.
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