window relection

1 Window Reflection

One dim light blears the room:a bulb,
half-watted, stuttering its almost-light,
smudging a ghost of the room over the street outside.
A gang of kids mutter laughter out there:
boys Niked and long-limbed,
girls all lip gloss and hoop earrings.
Giggles and smoke quaver the air. In here,
the TV eyes the far wall
and you stare at your nails till,
catching my eye, you half-smile and look away.
The window stares our lives into your eyes,
while a blind moth hammers a dumb prayer to the light.