Mark R Slaughter
Window - Poem by Mark R Slaughter
Wither destination, lonely crowd?
If I could only reach to ask -
Not that I could breach the glass.
Down upon the street they’re marching proud!
Only they know why and wither where.
Window let’s me see but I don't hear.
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