Poem: The Window

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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.