Bust

Someone has scratched away the windowpane
Until you cannot see - but if you squint
It's all still there. You simply have to train
Your eye to see despite the grayish tint
And half-obscuring lines. Peer past the cut,
Look outward and beyond into the sky,
And there you'll see - well, I don't know quite what,
For I can't look beyond what blocks my eye,
So I can only see a scratch or two,
A whirligig of frozen motion, stuck
Within the window, denying the view,
Which I assume would be of slush and muck.
But look yourself. Perhaps you will see more.
I used to think that's what windows were for.