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Window Washer (midtown) (Free verse) by ecargo Like wind, he swirls clouds,
whorls of froth
obscuring mirrored towers
flows Twyla-lithe
and light
his mop a prop
interprets galaxies
elegant ellipses
on a blank pane
makes a dance
of the mundane.
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