envy
the girl envied the boy in the frame,
who sits at his window,
a furry friend in his lap,
staring out at the stars in the darkened sky,
with the wind in his hair.
she's oblivious to the girl in her place,
who lies by her window,
a book in her hands,
listening to the song of the roaring sea,
with the sun in her eyes.
YOU ARE READING
youth
Poesiawe grab onto our youth but we never can keep it from slipping away from our fingers.
