The Window

Through the window

At my old

Decrepit

Apartment

I can see

A new building

High rise built

In the back

Through a courtyard

I see dim lights

Glowing in warm rooms

Delicate structures

Mantles hanging

While golden geese

Swoon

Through the old window

With a moldy AC

I can see

How the others live

In NYC

Take It

Should we await a new fate

New destinies on the horizon

In our own time and function

With our own satisfaction

How can we learn from each other

New and open ideas

Spread through conversations

With the one’s we know

And those we do not

Here comes a chance

And I hope we take it

 

Set the Goal

Set the goal

Call the time

Set up a sinister

Set of rhymes

Jump through the hoop

And over the mountain

Drink water from the

Ever tempting fountain

See you on the other side

In due time

Goals listed

And achieved

What we have

What we need