Three Windows And An Endearment

by Judy Katz-Levine

1

There are houses with huge eyes. The

Church spires, the lights on in some.

White cars pass slowly and I look

Down - they are trying to get a glimpse

Of me, they ease themselves to a place

Right under my window, and I move away.

The black cars are good - I hear the words

“We like you, hang in there, you saved our

Mothers.” I say “bueno” barely perceptible

Utterance of my lips.

2

This window holds a red cross, a sign

That I am in a hospital. I can see a

Waiting room, the chairs, the little computer.

In the indigo twilight I do tai chi by the

Window, the houses with lights in their

Windows, a chain of wind-lights like

A daisy chain. White pick-ups pull

Up to the stop sign - Nazis inside.

The branches of the trees like bare arms

Of the oppressed. Souls like

Blue flames.

3

This is the window of mountains.

Nameless mountains which are olive and

Purple, the solidity of their presence.

Radio towers blink - an intensity of starlight.

The gas station with red neon, the

Abstract painting in the office and

The lights on within. There’s a Christmas tree

All lit up. The mountains preside.

I am so vulnerable and hurt and

My hidden wife will take my hand and raise it

To her lips.  We will climb these

Mountains, again, again, again.

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Judy Katz-Levine, judykatzlevine.weebly.com/, is an internationally published poet whose two full-length collections include "Ocarina" and "When The Arms Of Our Dreams Embrace".  Her chapbook, "When Performers Swim, The Dice Are Cast", was published in 2009 by Ahadada.  A new full-length collection, "The Everything Saint", will be published by WordTech in August of 2018.  Her poems have appeared recently in "Salamander", "Blue Unicorn", "Constellations", "Peacock Anthology", "River Poets Journal", "Event Horizon", "Miriam's Well", "Unlikely Stories Mark V", and many other journals.  Also a jazz flutist, she performs on occasion and writes spiritual melodies for flute and voice.