Window

WINDOWS

by Donovan Holtz

 

Across the headlands

The forest masses

Under gray skies

And mist

Into a solid wall

Of muted gray

Through which cars

Glide skirting noiselessly

The rocky edge.

Through a window

I watch, windows are

For watching -

Square pieces of life

Ever changing.

 

 

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