The Window 

20 x 20

Oil on Canvas

Gallery Wrapped

November 2020

Taking the stairs home,
she could see the street lamps amber glow

And through the window up above
she cast her loneliness down below

“On a quiet day,” she said,
I can hear the surf from my place

and on a clear morning,
I can wake with sun on my face.”

But on this night
she could hear a distant couple laughing

And the ocean air pulled through her room again
like warm, salt-water taffy