Poetry from Inside my Head

Out the window

When I look out my window

I see a wide concrete snake winding its way between the boxes

and metal insects crawling along it.

I see a farm of crabgrass spread out in front of each box

and each box with windows much like mine.

At night

I see tall, metal trees with spotlights shining on the snake

and lighting up the world.

Out my window I can see so much

but none of it I can touch

as there is a window blocking the way.