04-20-2015, 07:09 AM
Out My Window
Out my window I can see
the rolling grass, an ancient tree
the wind that blows so freely through it
as if to say there's nothing to it,
a statue of a man and horse
but they don't move at all, of course
and, not today, but on days gone
some squirrels have flirted on the lawn.
There is a lady just behind me
and every day she says - don't mind me
she gets the bedroll and the light
then rolls my chair just slightly right
so she can clean beneath the wheels
and on that table, leaves my meals.
Out my window I can see
the rolling grass, an ancient tree
the wind that blows so freely through it
as if to say there's nothing to it,
a statue of a man and horse
but they don't move at all, of course
and, not today, but on days gone
some squirrels have flirted on the lawn.
There is a lady just behind me
and every day she says - don't mind me
she gets the bedroll and the light
then rolls my chair just slightly right
so she can clean beneath the wheels
and on that table, leaves my meals.