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My View

My View

From my window

I can see all that there is;

obviously, within the confines of my viewpoint, but, who needs more

than what I now have?

From my literary window, I see all.

The View From My Window


The view from my window
Is of rainfall once more;
And the clouds have monopolised the sky
To the detriment of the blue thinking – why?
Are we not of a Summer time?
Is the living not easy?
The fish jump? Don’t they?
And something about cotton…
Maybe there will be rainbows
I love the rainbows
Multiples of one
Or just the one
Will do…

From my window the sky
Seems to orbit the Earth
Is this not so?
I am so small
And inconsequential
To it
Yet it
To me
Is all I can see
And think upon.
Is the sky
Attracting my eye?