at her windowA Poem by William Teague
looking out her window she rises;
young and bright as a new day.
her image inspires to overwhelm reality.
i, a dusty old relic, have but one thing to offer -
character.
i surely have that.
peering out to the vastness - seeing everything, she
watches.
to see her is to breathe.
i am standing in the rain, reflecting forward to lazy Sundays;
a lounge on the couch
with coffee and a newspaper.
she passes by, a subtle breeze - the fresh scent of linen
follows, trailing her footsteps.
and I think . . . 3,624 miles between Washington Square Park
and Montmartre Station.
William Edward Teague, 2012
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Added on October 7, 2012 Last Updated on October 7, 2012 AuthorWilliam Teaguestaten island, NYAboutI am not starving artist, i'm a hungry one. It's good to be here at the Cafe. more..Writing
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