by

Through dirty windows

The train rushes past
the cemetery entrance
where my parents lie.
Dirty windows do not spoil
the view of red maple trees

The lens through which we look is marred; beauty is present.

IMG_0629.JPG

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

Gravatar
WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out /  Change )

Cancel

Connecting to %s