Poetry

The Window

SummerLoh
Summer Loh

I look out the window and wipe the fog off the glass into a heart shape.

In the clear glass I can see
a girl in a baseball cap, happily strolling
with her dog down the road.

I see a young man in a polka-dotted shirt performing a sad song,

an old couple
walking to a café
I see a brave flower blooming

through the cracks of a city block, all alone, except for his friend, the shy moss.

SummerLoh
Summer Loh, 8
New York, NY

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