Outside My Window

outside my window, is a whole

world of the unforgotten, those

who would only be seen in the

early morning and those who

would only be seen in the dark

of night...  and, those who would not

be seen at all except by each other;

outside my window, are the trees

from centuries past, planted by

some unknown stranger for some

unknown reason so that we could

enjoy them today...  although that

was never their purpose we know;

outside my window are the street

lamps planted by the city to make

us feel safe in lieu of someone

patrolling our neighborhood as

those funds could be spent on things

far more important than citizens;

outside my window, are the trappings

of success as fancy cars sit in the

driveways of fancy houses that have

been purchased by fancy people in

the hopes that one day people like

me will finally notice their success;

outside my window are all the emotions

and concerns that the one who lived

here before me and did not articulate.

6 August 2022