Windows are always on the verge
Of rooms
Of houses
Balancing finely between
Inviting in or out
Like eyes
Seeing and dreaming.
Then there are houses
That can't even be called houses
Where the metaphor hangs
Between a window and a door.
One conveniently leads to another.
Our ancestors understood this dilemma
Advising us not to open
The windows when
The neighbours are bickering
Or making love.
In those moments
Houses become a divine window
Opening into one another.
Windows, they advised,
Should always open into hearts
Not into blinding green gardens!
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