The blinded window,
like a discarded page of empty, lined and yellowing
foolscap, says nothing,
but stares balefully back, while
the silhouetted money plant
is an elaborate blot of inky black and messy
coinage, worth little,
but for curiosity, when
the lights from a passing bus
flicker the length of the page
and make it a window again.
Since it has been said that
what you see in spilt ink,
(tealeaf like?) is a window to the soul, and
since the page is blank and yellow, and
since the money cannot be spent, and
since the light was there and gone -
why should I rise?
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