POETRY

Window, Window in the Wall

Photo by Sasha Freemind on Unsplash

He stands there
Beloved
In admiration of the window’s
past.
As the boiling flask bubbles
away its life into the calm
whispers of tomorrow.
The night train follows while
a toad leaps away from the track,
Flashing by like a memory
so vainly, self-pitied and disillusioned.
The clockwork of a feathered
beast
Biting at the breast of his
Superior
Laughing at a wicked child
Guided into the burning twilight
of…