From Dareia or Dorothea
to Ecotopia or Dyson Sphere
story upon story the legend carves
on shimmering decorated glass windows of old
we view dimly through muse’s telescopic lens
not knowing how it began and will ever end
confining indoor
bringing sunshine all within
through this lovely green
Taken by surprise
wordless we share mere glances
snow turning to ice
viewing from our side
man you’re really intruding
guys I’m by-standing
(Note: Conversation between them and me. Guess who said what?)
no ordinary
man and pet bird with red chest
catching their day’s rest
we stunt each other
new neighbor or intruder
neither ma’am we friends
a day to relish
early winter window dressed
white paint brandishing
sound mind journal 