Me alejo de mí mismo…
– Octavio Paz
Wiping the windows for hours
The stale blue cool coming alive
behind her eyes:
Little transparent one-cellular crumbs
She and her white and blue cotton cloth
are one
In the evenings we take walks
Then the daffodils are not so yellow,
and she says in a very foreign language:
Amru tys amry nos …
I open the steel-blue steel car door
She glides in
Or we go to a hula dance but she keeps watching me
through my black-rimmed glasses
and thick small-patterned dark suit,
my bulgy fifties self
But tender I read in her attentive eyes
Amru tys amry nos …
Her short-nailed fingers follow fine threads
and find islands easily
Buttons
And what do you have there? A piece of paper? And it says,
Keep this coupon?
Yes, amru tys amry nos …
– Johannes Beilharz ( © 1981 )
Note
I decided to post this older poem because I thought of it immediately after glancing at One Single Impression’s Windows prompt. This did not seem too far-fetched after rereading the entire poem because the themes of windows, transparency, looking through are all over the place.
Steer Forth! 
I like the way you handled this. A man’s perspective on these moments is always nice to experience.
Oh, the tenderness here. I am so glad you reprinted this.
The line “her short-nailed fingers follow fine threads and find islands easily”. Exquisite.
Recently wrote a poem (July 5th) about one who is dear to me. Would be honored if you visit.
Reading this gave me beautiful snapshot images…very visual imagery. Lovely!
Ah, this sings…very nice…
This was a very enjoyable read and quite romantic.