I look up through burning gleams
at an opened window.
The rippling curtains
wave to me,
begging my attention.
I hear stifled screams.
A woman closes the window.
The hazy curtains stand still and
separated.
The woman stands still and
separated.
A man passes
in and out of the newly paned frame
And then a child.
And then a fist.
Apr 28, 2011
Apr 28, 2011 at 9:48 AM UTC
I look up through burning gleams
at an opened window.
The rippling curtains
wave to me,
begging my attention.
I hear stifled screams.
A woman closes the window.
The hazy curtains stand still and
separated.
The woman stands still and
separated.
A man passes
in and out of the newly paned frame
And then a child.
And then a fist.
