Windows

Across the way within a window waits

A woman who has lost and waits to find

Her losses in the winter of their fates

Of husband, son and, all at once, mankind.

She waits for them while practicing her smile,

She waits and gently waves her ready hand,

She waits there, and will keep them just awhile,

Rehearsing her embrace, kiss, talk, walk, stand.

Now watch her turn towards the door and rise

Just as a tall and ghostlike man appears

And with him is a child with dark brown eyes -

Their eyes, alike, and mine smile, filled with tears.

But afterwards all subjects must return

To separate windows sans the same concern.