Thursday, February 10, 2011

Through Windows

We gaze through windows
At people’s lives
Watching them come and go
Seeing the would have’s
And should have’s
In the low-light glow
Of another day

We gaze through windows
Where others have stood
Deciphering questions
Of evil and good
While summer rolls into fall
And winter melts
Into spring

We gaze through windows
Tallying passion and purpose
With high-pitched voices of the past
Seeping through
Like dust-sparkles
Caught in the trance
Of the morning sun

We gaze through windows
To the scrap of a dream
Rolling across the lawn
We gaze through windows
Waiting to greet
Our loved ones
As they come home


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