At the Window
Always someone at the window
Looking out onto the street
Always some curious face
Man or woman
Young or old
At the window
Looking out onto the street,
The passing crowd unaware
Of the eyes that roam
Glance, probe and stare,
Rise above
Condescend
Pass judgment,
Float and filter through
The thick congested air,
Always some curious face
At the window
Looking out onto the street.
W.A CHOLT. Copyright Fergal O Reilly. 2019.
Posted 24th April 2019.
Copyright © W.A. Cholt | Year Posted 2019
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