Window Dressing
I was a girl
when the world was
midcentury modern
and the store windows
in downtown L.A.
wore fantasy each year
at Christmas. Elves
and happy carolers,
fake snow and icicles
made from lead instead
of ice, color wheels
on aluminum trees,
the amazing array of toys
we never got to play with.
None of those windows
ever opened, and for good
reason. Late at night
under the sodium streetlights
those Steiff bears and Barbie
dolls and felt-capped sprites
ran rampant; no one was safe.
Janitors locked themselves in
restrooms, security guards
hid under their desks.
Come daybreak all was
safe and normal again.
And you wonder why
those windows didn’t open.
Dark Window
If the purpose of windows
is to see, what have we
to say about a dark window,
supernatural matter gone and done
with crushing glass and a mad dash
through the frame, Alice down
the rabbit hole, Neruda’s
quiet-boned graves,
but coffins once had windows.
Imaging being buried,
screaming out
the small lozenge of glass
with no one to hear.
If we open the window
to the dark, what will rush in?
The dark is already here
and panes of glass
whether open or closed
cannot keep the dark out,
its energy eclipsing all that light.
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