Perception is reality. We see exactly what we want to see.
View from a Temporary Window + Girl - Beck
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View from a Temporary Window
Joanie Mackowski
Follow the wrecking ball: in a month, it will smash
into this glass
like that housefly. A blueprint unfolds on a table
beside an orchid doubled-
over with white blooms, and out the window, just half a bridge
dives into the front page
of a newspaper the neighbor lifts from her balcony.
Partial to more, we're beckoned
outward, beyond the foundation: and a new picture
window will jut
over the cliff to frame all the Golden Gate's
red seismograph, which cuts
through the fog to the headlands. In a year, in wingback chairs
we'll sit in the air
high above those tiny people strolling
the crumbling sill
down on Bay Street, out there where the orchid's reflection
hovers with a flock of gulls.
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