Enlightenment

Enlightenment by Eric Ashford

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Enlightenment

A broken-legged
drizzle walks the streets.
The sky runs down
shop windows.
I look sideways at myself.
A mistake…
I am hunched and beaten looking.
Gray as a ghost but not as attractive.
I remember when I was younger
than my earliest poem.
How windows used to adore me.
How the light would reflect every
aspect of my finely chiselled ego.
I am wiser now and
my values have changed hands
like mortgaged houses
that I can no longer afford to live in.
Yes, I am enlightened
and there is nothing more illuminating
than a shop window
on a gray rainy afternoon.