yesterday unraveled into a sky that looked like <br />a bruise, and we call it today because it lacks <br />originality and life, and the sun still tries to shine <br />from out behind this dusty window pane <br /> <br />say dormant is a good word for life, and I call the <br />door that, the dog that, the people walking past <br />beneath my window that, and everything is <br />just a little too much like last season’s weather <br /> <br />call the dog back from chasing the squirrel he <br />won’t catch; as the sky bruises more darkly <br />while the sun begins to hide behind the world <br />while I begin to hide behind the world<br /><br />Ben Paynter<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/from-behind-this-dusty-window/
