A drawing
that showed windows, just a sampling
but there's nearly infinite ones in other spots,
if you know where to look
and they all had different views
the one with the hand, reaching to let go
the one with the shadow of wings, didn't touch the falling figure
cubes of improbably faceted shadings
the dancer's arms spread tall
spheres that, stark and bold, obscure the blank space
tree limb just there, in the frame
and it said
all of it, together
turn from the door, turn in
turn away from that light, stare through a window--
any window, no two the same
forever, forever and ever the view
that is not the same as any other view
and they said
pick your poison,
love,
but i smudged until that part was gone.