Windows

Gaudy sheaths
Sweating glinting glimmering glass
Soft warm air pressing
against the cold dark night
Bodies
Breath
Moving
Breathing
Making steamy dreamy dinners
A smile
A frown
A clink
a cut
A chop
a slice
A swipe and sizzle
A shout and sigh
A laugh and dance
Checkerboard nights
Bright tenement golden ratio buildings
Alive
Now
The centre
The dead eyes
The empty halls
The world we forget
When the soft couches call
And the people drift in and out
Of doors, leave them open
Leave them shut
Keep the warm in
It escapes
In winter
Against winter
Against the night
We fight.