Throw open the windows painted shut
All I had to do is make you laugh
Putty and butter knives plus hammer
Thinking there was an ulterior gaff
Through layers of lead sawing back and forth
Back then you’d have scorned me if I tried
Pulling pieces of the pliant paint off
Reeling you in again like a new bride
The sill remains undamaged, free of most paint
You struggle against yourself and the line’s restraint
The paint breaks free and the window goes up
A breeze comes through and you giggle just enough
© 2012 Michael Yost 1/18
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