Open Window
I opened the window today
and the world invited itself in,
boisterous, sound splashing
off the walls, chasing out
winter’s cotton-wrapped quiet.
Birdsong comes first, sneaking
through the screen. The
bark
of the dog three houses up
follows, chasing the ceiling fan.
An occasional car hums in, sits
in the recliner for a moment,
then wanders out again.
The neighbors across the alley
are playing mariachi polka—
the beat tangoes up my steps
and challenges my piano.
Children
and bikes flit through, small bright
birds of sound that shatter winter’s
grey residue of silence.
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