Children,
running, laughing in the playground just outside their classrooms.
A mother,
crying in her car in a parking lot, caught inside her marriage mistake.
An ambulance,
screaming, rushing somewhere in the mornning.
Then rain,
steadily dripping on deep green leaves – drip, drip sounds down to hard thirsty ground.
Me,
watching a fly wanting to get outside – buzzing to be free –
so I walked to my window, opened it up,
and let the fly, fly away,
while the kids across the street ran inside,
and I stayed at my window
watching and hearing the sights and sounds of our world.
© Andy Costello, Reflections, 2008
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