Billy Collins says that a poet’s job is to look out a window and write what one see’s. As I sit in the sun room of our new second-floor apartment, I appreciate his insight.
The closest window overlooks the unique houses across the street. It offers a view of the towering oaks behind them. It reveals the sunrise line in the morning.
At night, however, it offers polarized reflections of its sister windows. It reveals an ink-dark sky. It lets in the mildly muffled sounds from Palmer Avenue, and the cricket chirping still present on a cool Autumn night in a New York suburban city.
Oh, the mysteries to unfold…
front door lights
a night sky free
of stars
my latest for dVerse Poets’ Open Link Night #347
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Frank J. Tassone 
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