In the Window
there were
stars
reflected on black windows
mirrors that see
across the street
nobody lives there anymore
they turned off the electricity
and shut the door
their mail sent to the North Pole
what would they have wanted
you don’t actually see the wind blowing
only what’s in the way
across the street
is a restaurant
where people go to eat
and say things out loud
and when there’s nothing to say
there’s music
songs on rotation
the clang of cleanup
chairs scraping the floor
ice hitting bottom
you can think so loud it shows
so many things you never say
or said
everybody dies
but not everybody
lives
TL