August 23, 2005

Absent-minded

The window's open again.
I promised I wouldn't open it
Again, but I did.
And there's rain
On the floor
Soaking the carpet.

It's so easy to let the window open.
To forget it's open--
And let it
Ruin your expensive sound equipment,
And corrode your wooden sill.

Soon, it'll be cold again
And I won't forget it's open.
The window will be locked.
The window won't open for months.
So I'll pretend to enjoy it now, while it's open.
Corroding my sill and ruining my stereo.

I'll leave it open for now--and then it'll close
With a slam of final frustration.
No more rain!
But it'll open up again and maybe sunshine will come.
Not the rain that's taken out the pretty picture I thought
Was there.

Posted by Amanda Cochran at August 23, 2005 2:00 PM | TrackBack
Comments

Don't let Mommy hear about the stereo. She'll kill you!

Posted by: Katie at August 23, 2005 3:53 PM

Never fear, Katie; it still works.

Posted by: Amanda at August 23, 2005 4:27 PM
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