Dearest window, <br />You hold a view <br />Of images to taunt me forever. <br />Annoyances too many to <br />enumerate, <br />I will just state a few. <br /> <br />A cessation it seems <br />of our hostilities, <br />Has been in order once <br />before, <br />Yet you fake access, <br />to something I want <br />And for that <br />you aren't forgiven. <br /> <br />You see, <br />I thought i would <br />by gaining this job, <br />land a security blanket of sorts. <br />A “window” they said, <br />You should be happy <br />Most do not get what you do. <br /> <br />Yet here I am, <br />A cubicle rat, <br />Albeit one with a window. <br />I find myself <br />like some minor new star, <br />you’re a petulant photographer at that <br /> <br />Over and over in the same vein <br />It is in your face that I’m forced to stare, <br />Contemplating nothings <br />while wishing for something, <br />Your like “Megan” from high school. <br /> <br />And even in central New York, <br />where <br />It is sometimes possible for sunlight, <br />You love to tease, <br />'here, be hot', <br />I’d love to make a vase out of you. <br /> <br />Underlying pity <br />for those who live <br />by not to live or to do <br />but instead they watch the world go by, <br />as a window can sometimes cage you. <br /> <br />Damn you, <br />Damn you window, <br />these sensations are nothing if new. <br />A hammer I’ll buy <br />and window, <br />please, <br /> <br /> take care to invest in some glue. <br /> <br /> <br />Copyright (c) David DeSantis<br /><br />David DeSantis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/an-ode-to-my-window/
