That Girl Informed Me Poem by Vera Sidhwa

That Girl Informed Me

That girl informed me
That the trees outside her window
Didn't act or behave like trees
And that she thought her windows were soiled.

She told me that the sky outside
Looked grey-black and I needed to clean my window.
I looked outside at the dirt and it look dark.
I cleaned my window so avidly.

It didn't make a difference,
So I walked outside my door.
The same colors prevailed
And I got scared.

The colors had nothing to do
With the colors outside.
And now that I was outside,
It looked so dismal and the window looked clear.