Windows

Windows

A Poem by Nicholas Enloe

standing at windows the day speeds by,

people scurry as ants or inside metal monsters,

always coming to and away,

business of great importance,

hastening deeds so that more deeds may be done,

and more quickly.

Neon signs and gas to pump,

gazing from above,

seemingly moments,

but wasting days,

killing time or simply maiming it.

© 2024 Nicholas Enloe


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Added on April 15, 2024
Last Updated on April 15, 2024