Sunday, March 29, 2015


(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
Another day unwinds itself
into night. 

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