26 November, 2008

my window

rod

sunny, sunny sunday
whispering words to me
outside my window nature shrugs me off
wakes me up, shakes me up
and brings me to my knees
no light, just sound
my eyes adjust
foolish me! wild is nature’s bust
not who, not what, or even a pause
strangers bond in the world’s claws
still I like my window

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