My Escape

Discussion in 'Poet's Corner' started by MoAnamCara, Jul 8, 2012.

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  1. MoAnamCara

    MoAnamCara SF Artist

    My Escape

    Someone once asked me
    Why I looked out the window.
    What was I looking for?
    I never knew.

    There was something wrong
    But I didn’t understand what.
    I tried to figure it out,
    But I never knew.

    Fifteen years later
    I found myself looking out again.
    Why was this happening?
    I didn’t know.

    Lying there
    Was the better option.
    My relief existed to my right--
    Vinyl and glass.

    Another fifteen years
    Have passed.
    Another new view,
    Again trying to understand.

    My escape-- windows.
     
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