Outside my Window

Outside my window the grass grows green and

motor cars, half seen, from an ever changing

canvas of colors and hues of reflected light;


Outside my window are other buildings with

other windows and other people who wonder

why my window view is so special to me;


Outside my window are the endless roads of

my imagination and the undrawn cartoons of

nameless artists whose still-life’s of life only

serve to distract a nervous point-of-view;


Outside my window I see myself from time-to-time

and my image wonders back at me and why we

look alike and will I affect his point-of-view?

November 1977