Out my window—the leaves are bountiful like a song.
Here I catch myself singing along.
There and there they pull me in—A dance.
But here I am—Stuck In.

Out my window— I watch them fall.
The leaves are not happy—Not happy at all.
Why must you fall down?
—They fall and they fall.

Out my window—I see and I’ve seen it all.
Where have you been and what have you seen?
I ask myself this— something's amiss.
My place in this.

Out my window—I stare and I stare.
Is there nothing to this?—To this Staring.