Painting the windows

We are trying to paint a white window
In a grey space, sort of hole in matter
Highly apolitical and colorless in views
Of  the road, from a  room of shadows.

A large shadow looms on our present
Of a brown painter in daub of off-white
Its neutral shades flowing from a body,
A body that flows in a rounded female
Of a mind recently dead of a husband.
The body is framed in a window painted
On blue sky, its essential leaves missing.
A  man paints a window's fluorescence,
As also a widow's grey shades by night.


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