she still
watches the world go by
but only
now through panes of glass
a narrow
view of trees and grass
a litter
sliver of the sky
and if
she’s lucky birds may fly
her
expectations to surpass
she still
watches the world go by
but only
now through panes of glass
and from
her window she can spy
the busy
squirrels as they pass
with all
the acorns they amass
yes,
from her window way up high
she still watches the world go by
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