the more I wipe
the more it becomes blurry
the foggy skies
the foggy fields
the foggy windows
yet you
are looking at me
with such clear eyes
from another scenery
from another world.
From: https://www.eastlit.com/eastlit-february-2014/eastlit-february-2014-content/william-marr-poetry/
Date: 2014
By: William Marr (1936- )