The Window Washer
Who can judge?
Covetous deviant!
Or what other nature
takes on such a task?
Peering through open “frames,”
imagination—the superpower—
a transportation to alternate parlors,
for momentary encounters of what is not.
Still daydreaming,
yet hand in rotatory motion,
cleaning.
Covetous deviant? No!
For every day’s daydream,
the sacrifice—the more.
The higher the climb—
come what may the weather,
clinging to life ever tighter
so skylights may glimmer.
Covetous deviant? No!
Rather—
Superhuman undertone.
A shout out to all those in the window washing profession! IT IS HARD WORK!!!!❤️
This week’s Poetics @dVerse focuses on “the romance of open windows“- but not limiting our poetry to an interior to exterior perspective.
Join in! 🙂
Festival King 
These window washers climb to such dangerous heights to dream, “yet hand in rotatory motion,/cleaning” I can’t help admiring them like you. They harness their courage and “imagination—the superpower—” and inevitably make themselves the subjects of our imagination, as you have done for us. I agree with you: “Covetous deviant? No!” 🙂
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Thank you Dora! I am glad you can relate to admiration 😊🙏🏽
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A wonderful insight into the window washers! Not something I could do as heights scare me. ;D
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Exactly! I would not dream of it! 😄
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that is quite a job!
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why thank you! 😊🙏🏽
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What a unique approach… they are the reason for us being able to look out, and they are also the ones looking in (if they want to)…
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Exactly 🙂
Thanks Bjorn
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Hard and noble work that cleans the outside world for those of us trapped inside.
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This is a job I could never do! You wrote a wonderful poem to honor these hard and risk-taking workers, FK!
Yvette M Calleiro 🙂
http://yvettemcalleiro.blogspot.com
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Absolutely…and superb ode…..mind you, my mate was a window cleaner and he did have a tale or two of naughtiness as well….
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