Big Windows

Like unyielding, sallow globs of canola oil

Droplets congeal and dribble,

Weaving a sloppy blanket of moist thread

That crochets its iridescent stitches down

A transparency of four story walls.

Two adjacent glass panes

Hug the dry heliotrope chair between them.

In, looking out

An espy of some blurred optics:

Rain chops particles of light into circles

And then smaller circles.