renee martin

Rookie (12-3-90 / houston texas)

Poems of renee martin

1. Glass Window 3/4/2007
2. where were you? 3/4/2007
3. Why do I cry? 3/4/2007
4. you're a part of me 3/4/2007

Glass Window

The eyes are the window into the soul.
The windows at the store are the keys into the goods.
Both are penetrable, but often not.
When either breaks it's normally tragedy sometimes liberation.
We peer inside to the treasures that are within.
Curious noses pressed to the cold flat surface.
What is it that these windows desire to keep out?
The coldness of life?
Prying hands but never eyes?

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