"Window (closed)" by Rusty Morrison

perspective is glass
          on a world I neither

          occupy nor contain
this red of sky

won’t last the hour

         wind finds

          in trees
flock of sudden sun bracelet of red breasted blackbirds

          as if something loosed in the sky stolen from landscape’s

          narrow sleeve
I might clasp around my wrist


          as it is unrelenting

"Window (closed) " from Whethering by Rusty Morrison. Copyright © 2004 by Rusty Morrison. Used by permission of the Center for Literary Publishing at Colorado State University.