Things I've Seen From My Window
Wires cut my view
into long pieces of blue sky
where trees have given up
the business of growing.
the business of growing.
The cat skull has blown off
the fence-post again, this time
into the wild, blooming poppies.
At last, a proper resting place.
The old shed is falling down.
Morning dew shines across
the leaves and slanted boards,
a trellis for blackberries and cobwebs.
The frog catching net lies
broken under the willow tree.
"Frogzilla" croaks nearby,
victorious, at his 4 year old nemesis.
The rowboat has escaped
from the dock, again.
Slantwise it glides
unfettered across the pond.
Paula Suter ©2000
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