Western Window
by Lynn OttoThrough the western window
of our Iowa apartment,
I follow the sun back home.It would take a night in the dark,
a morning chased,
a noon overtaken,
an afternoon of falling behind,
but if I drove really fast,I could see the sun set over Puget Sound.
I could eat my mother’s soup,
play checkers with my dad,
put my sister’s hair up.I could sleep all night
tucked into my twin-size bed
and wake to muffins in the morning.
Window Thoughts by J.S. MacLean
Manipulated Photograph
