In windows

a man of glass
stained and jagged and smooth
you see through his colors
as many and brilliant they are
that glimmer through the day
and glow in the night
each segment of his light and hue
the man knows
and he paces the floor each day
from one wall to the opposite
very carefully and in thought
to return and do it over again
starting at the same place
the next morning
he's ethereal in falling
and sharp and focused in standing
and so very allergic
to baseballs and stones