Hazy Acres

Window

Glass in them 

Shades

Plastic in them 

A crow outside 

Loud motor sounds

Daily 

Pretty trees that grew up on their own 

With the sun and some rain 

And love 

Energy pushing through

For all of it 

Things fall 

Some forever 

Yet still the instinct to look again 

Stepping forward 

Stepping out 

Stepping just over the edge to get burned 

Regrouping out the window 

Making adjustments 

Building a new page on the annex 

No trespassing 

Beware of dog 

Sharp things to keep them out 

Including an eye 

Central themes in the elements 

Never gets old to sense them 

Coming to 

Deeper breath 

Out the window 

The Crow