taking a glimpse from the shadows
sitting in the corner of a round room
in the solace of forgetfulness
with a pocketful of leaves
there is magic in the mundane
my son tells me I’m unique...
just like everyone else
we all do look out our own
windows
there is a painting that I did
that no one has figured out yet
I know what it is ...
it bubbled up from inside
from the inner glow of an angel
to a fiery burning rat
everyone sees something
everyone feels it differently
uniquely though their own
window