Looking Through

Ella Dorval Hall of Newbury

April 26, 2007 03:43 pm

Now, because it's dark,
I can't see.
But, when I put my face
on the cold glass
and give myself a pig nose,
I can see out my window.
I may see the huge storage container
filled with unpacked furniture.
Or I may see our family car
buried in snow, waiting for our shovels.
I may hear the steady beat of the rain
against the roof.
Or I may hear the gentle flakes of the snow
landing on the crab apple tree.
I may even hear the strong wind
opening and closing the old garage door.
But sometimes,
when I put my face up close to the window,
I only see my plain old reflection
staring back at me.

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