Peaceful inside; outside, glop
Evanescent crackle/pop
Route that jet to Barcelona
Craft that Lisa: first name Mona
Even fish can get a fin in
If it’s oil on Belgian linen
VIM, my dearest, needs a Spine
‘D suit a darling Clementine

The crude drawn house inside the skewed window pane hearkens back to the early early Sixties. The teacher had us draw houses; I drew three or so. I distinctly remember that the one I drew with windows and a door got a gold star. The one with windows but no door got a silver star, and the one without windows got no star at all, even though it was a faithful rendering from memory of the windowless west side of our house.

Since light takes time to travel (usually 186,000mi/sec or so but can be as slow as 32ft/sec if passing through pressurized liquid helium, so I’ve heard) all glass windows are a sort of time-machine perception portal. The light from some stars has taken a galaxy’s rotation or so to get to our naked eyes.