Windows of Wilderness

Windows full and windows
full of wilderness
catching the light and the rain
windows full of moths, mouths
shouting into wilderness

a wilderness of windows

webbing on the street
catches feet
and wild things
screaming by
wild things on serious legs
windows they forget to check

left open
left cracked
left polished and stacked
on a factory wall
new windows for a strip mall
new shirt for a fallen face
waving through this wild specific soaked endangered place

wilderness

windmills made of wire
supper of raw tires
close the latch on
widows beneath windows old
and weeping on the street

windows windows widows
without feet
peeling iron hangnails
for the wind to eat

windows
feeding cold to the room
feeding screams to the street

windows feeding wilderness
clapping for an audience of eyes