(This feature is part of TRUCK’s Theme Issue on the List or Catalog Poem. You can go HERE for an Index of the Participating Poets.)
Looking Out the Window
A streetlight comes on.
The neighbor’s bike comes to a halt.
He opens the gate.
Across the street, a little girl
plays hop-scotch.
She dusts her dress.
Shadows of bare tree branches
create patterns on the window
farthest from me.
The air is faintly chillier
than it was an hour ago.
I hear bursts of silence between
plying vehicles.
Walking past my window,
a man cracks his knuckles.
Headlights become brighter
momentarily.
Another day unwinds itself
into night.
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