Poem: The Window
Photo by Tom Barrett on Unsplash The window opened on its own. I swear I didn’t open it. Yesterday, too, it was yawning in the wind. I swear I had locked it. No one could open it from the outside; It would take a hand that couldn’t reach That high up to my lattice, And somehow unlatch the clasp. I swear I didn’t open it, How could I when I hadn’t open it, And nobody else could have found it For nobody else but me went home. I swear I had locked it. The undisturbed rust and dust Looked the same like it did years ago When I first closed it. The window opened on its own I swear I didn’t open it. Yesterday, too, it was laughing in the wind. I swear I had locked it.
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