I see the wind
Through that window
The flora and fauna flourish
On the outside of that
Old little window
But only when it’s open
It is not glass, no
How could it be?
It is made of wood instead
Pieces older than me
Opaque, sullen
You only see when it’s open
And when it is open
Trees wave
Trees whistle and sing
In fact, trees make love
Swollen, deep kissing
It only happens on the outside
What keeps the outside
Life blazing and boozing
Is the hope of another life
After the kissing of the trees
The billowing of the clouds
The direction of the wind
The end—the horizon
In between
Is a life, infinitesimal
Just look and feel
Waters roll down
Cumulatively they are a lake
Food this, food that
It’s all in family life
At the end, it’s all drained
Out of that window
That is life
You never know it
Until you live it
Kiss the blondes
See the divas
Hit the rocks
Drawn in waters
I don’t mean death,
But at least know
There is life
Out of that window
©Simon21
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