Looking Out the Window

A Poem By Raine // 3/8/2012

sometimes i just like to look out the window

watch the cars sliding up and down 

muddy streets

 

lift my face up to the sun and see

the wind tug the branches across the 

tired window

 

look to the corner and watch the

mother and daughter tumble onto

brown grass

 

watch the flag drift and flutter as 

it tries to escape its ties and fly

with the wind

 

sometimes i just like to look out the window

and wonder where everyone is going and

when they will go home

 

Comments

So do I.

 So do I. Most people will never understand that a writer is working when staring out a window.

Anna | Fri, 03/09/2012

I have hated the words and I have loved them, and I hope I have made them right. --The Book Thief

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