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Window Washer Here I sit in my bosun's chair, Thousands of feet up yet I don't care. Legs to concrete and wand in hand, Spraying and wiping as best I can. Floor fifty-two, peek in to see who. Busy little bees with too much to do. Splashed with suds, foamy and grey, The dust from the window pane dissolves away. Squeegeeing water's beads into curls, Through the clearing my eye meets the glance of a girl. Her slim physique and drab conservative dress, Give notes of prosperity, law, Wall Street and Congress. Yet the cattywampus placement that her pony tail lies, Reads into a more playful, mysterious and artful side. If #life were different, economies and castes aside, If only... If only.. I'd take her doppelgänger as bride. We exchange a brief nod, a non-verbal understanding, Of our place in society, the diff'rence of our landing. Her delicate lips then form a tantalizing smile, Sends tingles through my spine, electrical style. As I crank the pulley and ascend up on high, I think how I'll cherish this moment in time. Two random souls whose paths collide, Yet hearts be limited by the glass that divides.

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