the bread on the street
the birds on the street
the blue cars lined up
it’s a w e d n e s d a y
it’s street cleaning day
the cars all humped
together
like gums under chairs
that
can’t jump.
and now it’s f r i d a y
the cars say hi to me
and it’s
once again:
from the same side.
cuz that’s how outside my window goes
cuz that’s how outside my window goes
wait there’s more!
the western union sign
and the check cashed
pay all utilities
that’s what they say
but seeing the doors open and close
i know more!
the neon light
hanging from the door
every night
waits to remind me of my chemistry homework
as life they say is unpredictable
i’ve seen it through my window
moved to Brooklyn in 2011
and the same window I see everything through
there was a
t i m e
when the cars flew by
one car a hour
outside the window
was a dream
and time rolled by
as 2 cars a minute became
r e a l i t y
trying to sleep
but the ambulance honking
makes me wee
look out my window
the one that sees it all
the building across the street
that never opens its door
has a police
knocking on its door
i see my neighbor
going into the ambulance
you never know what’s going on in someone’s life
as i have learned
from my window
and then it comes down to the Kensington Triangle
where the green grass
gets covered
with brown snow
well, maybe it’s not snow afterall
for my window is not yet
a master on
oh no
it’s windy
but how do i know?
the wire waddles like penguins
the tree branches pretend to break
the leaves are flying like airplanes
who show me this
you may ask
it’s outside my window
for your kind info
i quickly open the door
why?
my mom is down the block
my dad parked his car
my sister is back from her walk
as i see it all
through the call of my window
well what’s more?
the everynight fighting
between the people who live across the street
the man is drunk
his mom is mad
his sister is red
a n d
the cops add
and now my window tells me
my peaceful sleep is far beneath
let me tell you what’s more!
the dog is wailing
like the toddler next door
i stare out the window
u n t i l
it leaves.
my window saves me from
my fear
of dogs
outside
the child fell
from the bike
mom’s not near
nor is dad
but i’m here
on the other side
of the window
“it’s a full moon” my dad says soon
“where,” i ask
it’s outside
the
w i n d o w
but i have one grunge
my window
which shows it all
from the ground to the sky
never shows me the moon of Shawal
ramadan comes to an end
and we need the moon to know when eid will tend
but my window says no
and just pretends
but if that is taken out
my window
through my window
the sky shines
the clouds shy
the sun lies
the rain hides
and sometimes
the window reveals
it had snowed last night
my window
is
my
w i n d o w
it is my tiny
w o r l d
my neighborhood i see
through
a stained glass piece
for my window
is
m i n e
in the brightest time
and
the worst
still
showing me
my tiny world
from
t h e
o t h e r
s i d e
