Out the Window
Out the Window
Summer sun
Blaze flames of fury
Amongst smoke and ashes
On barbecue pits
Around the corner
On dog days
The brightest star
Cling closest to our hearts
And drip sweat down our backs
Our pores let out steam
Sticking to our skin
And the fibers on our garments
The fan becomes our open window
And the wind
Trapping our paper and change
Fall leaves
Trail behind
Trembling in the wind
And scatter in the breeze
Crystal winter snow
Glow against the glare of light hidden in the sky
Knock at our windows
And peck on our cold, red noses
Stuffed or runny with mucus
Sticking out from under our coat hats
And throats sore and itchy with phlegm
Chapped lips smeared with balm
Cold chills quiver bare branches in the fog
Twigs coated in cold powdered flakes freeze and dissolve
Stare blindly out the window
Nightfall fade into the clouds
Come spring,
We hold on to the things that were once broken
Or appeared so,
Lost and out of focus
Dull and empty
Deep down in the pit
Now resurrected buds in bloom
With potent fume and vibrant hues
Soil moist with rain
Umbrellas broken
Dreams revived and tokened
Marckincia Jean
Free verse
11/19/19
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