Windows, the World, and Us
by Kelly Huang
When the sun sneaks through this window,
the coat on your elbow, dangling and swinging,
Your eyes flicker
as I think of something good to have
for a breakfast in midwinter.
And this morning would be one of those mornings
that we might not wanna be
One of those mornings
That we’d just lie quietly by the fire.
We’d look out this window,
and see thousands of windows,
shining in the afterglow.
At some point that we don’t know the windows
Break into shiny pieces
Their voices of glass hitting each other
And falling apart
Till the light disappears
It’s our dreams. It’s our dreams
Given up, poured out, laid on the ground
And that’s when we know
This is all wrong
Kelly is an 18 year old that loves writing and poetry. Alongside writing, she also likes volleyball, dancing, and gazing up at the stars despite knowing nothing about constellations. She also writes for her school newspaper.