I Look inside
through the open window.
There is bread and cheese
on the table.
Decanters filled with rose',
a beautiful, floral bouquet,
of marigolds, roses and lilies.
The girls all in white lace
and pink ribbons
are looking pretty.
The candles flicker,
from a soft breeze blowing
through the open window.
An old man sits and rocks
in his chair,
reading the daily newspaper
without care.
His face as stiff as his beard.
His interest politics
and the stock market.
I should not want to
be discovered.
The main course is coming.
I stand frozen
where I am
wondering............
There's a middle-aged woman
holding a platter,
her face intent on the contents.
She looks pretty eloquent
for a subservient.
I notice the wife at the table
spooning her soup
with the ladle.
Through the open window I watch
a dismembered family.
Looks like her husband is drunk
again on the scotch.
There's beads of sweat on his head
between what little hair is now left.
I slowly walk away.
Through the open window
music plays.....
I think the song is slow and romantic
I'm enjoying it
because I'm actually hearing the words.
I enjoyed the company.
I actually was there seeing them,
more so than they could ever
see themselves.
The boy opened the door
to let the dog out.