I sit alone at my
window sill
Trees crackle,
sunshine blares...
...and
children laugh like death
their sharp happiness is a
knife to me-
One jealous snake on a
window sill-
They will be here, trees and sun
and children with canes
and pruney skin
when I am but a memory
a laugh in the trees
of time. I sit alone
and try to love them
I sit alone, a snake
I sit alone and try to
love them
I sit alone
and laugh.