On Looking Out The Window

A twiggy split branch dangles beneath grey sky.
Its mangy bark now a staunch critic of girdling
Stares at the passing cars with its rotting crown.

Arguing lovers walk by using its bole as an ashtray
Landscaping its trunk with lipstick-stained cigarettes,
Stumping away amidst the chorus of screaming sirens 

Its maple tears trickle to the roots of decay.

Independent learner and lover of subtleties. I identify my analytical mind in philosophical terms and would like to believe it generates in this way, not to bring me harm, but to bring awareness of how individuals and groups act in society. All thoughts are discovered within. I aim to spread love and promote the acceptance of Self. May you feel comfort with my observations of this world. View all posts by seleneofthesky