Window

by Wayne F. Burke / March 12th, 2023

Someone tore the house down
that used to be on the corner
and now I am sad
because in an upstairs window
used to sit a little kid
who would wave to me
as I walked up the hill
and now he is gone
and the house is gone
and I am still walking
up the hill
but lonelier than I used to
feel
when the kid still sat
in the window.

Wayne F. Burke's poetry has been widely published online and in print (including in Dissident Voice). He is the author of eight published full-length poetry collections -- most recently Black Summer, 2021, Spartan Press. He lives in Vermont (USA). Read other articles by Wayne F..

This article was posted on Sunday, March 12th, 2023 at 8:03am and is filed under Poetry.