Window

What lies outside the bus window?

Wisteria trees

They leer at me

Wind slams against the bus window

In the morning light

Sunspots flit-fly

The unchanging pavement

Stretches on past the horizon

And I imagine

Burning tar, browning skin, pressing in

Where I lay my head

And I sleep again

Outside the bus windowpane

Eyelids feeling heavy with the rain

Outside the bus windowpane

Eyelids feeling heavy with the rain