sometimes i just like to look out the window

watch the cars sliding up and down 

muddy streets

lift my face up to the sun and see

the wind tug the branches across the 

tired window

look to the corner and watch the

mother and daughter tumble onto

brown grass

watch the flag drift and flutter as 

it tries to escape its ties and fly

with the wind

sometimes i just like to look out the window

and wonder where everyone is going and

when they will go home