In every classroom of my
elementary school,
Unpartitioned panes of glass from
hip to ceiling stood.
Over and over the learning days
Through quiet observing and
landscape gazing,
I shutter-snapped portraits of a changing
world,
Collecting unplanned lessons within
my mind’s eye:
Compressed for safekeeping, reduced
to locket-size.
Until even now onward, some thirty
years plus,
When presented with an architect’s
constructed vignette,
Instinctually I’m instructed, as
birds are to nest,
To study and write or contemplate that
window’s habitus.
I find it irresistibly appealing
This elementary schooling
Gained from simply framing
A transparent pane of glass.
~Volpini Amentum Arete Anemone

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