I like to take drives
late at night
and pass all those old houses
with the lights on
and the drapes carelessly forgotten.
I can't help myself.
I have to peek.
I wonder
what their house is like,
what they're saying,
why they're laughing,
why they're crying.
I wonder if they would
invite me in
if they knew I was
thinking of them.
This is just how I feel
when I read your poetry.
I feel like I'm driving by your home
and stealing a peek
through your windows.
Thanks for inviting me in.
You're welcome Mary. Did you notice my little miniature Chinese dogs? Yes. I simply have 2 Pekes. Danny
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are welcome in my world anytime Mary....but don't look to close, I tend to stroll around nude! ha, ha...