The Alley Outside My Window
There are globs of hard snow topped on the small
Green bushes running alongside the alleys between the houses.
The branches that obstruct my view of that alley are still, quiet.
But I can see the ground is caked over in icy snow,
A tan SUV sits on the other end of the alleyway,
On a suburban road really.
A green SUV passes by.
A green truck passes by.
See now I have lost the thread.
Just watching things pass by.
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