Window

I look at all of the surrounding houses. Their windows all clean and spotless. No wonderful smudges or smears. All of them but me. I am the dirtiest window on the block. I need a wash, but don't want one. I like the layers of dust I've acquired. They make me who I am. The rain will occasionally bring a rinse, but it's not enough to scrub me clean. So I wait here, covered in filth, hoping that no one will notice me. I closely dodge the inevitable every time someone walks past. Eventually I will have to take a bath. I am still trying to get used to that truth. But for now, I can watch and wait.