artwork: k.m.chen
CITY WINDOWS
by William Marr
the
higher the window
the
smaller
and
paler
the
face
every
time I pass underneath
I
always have a funny feeling
something
is going to land on my head
a
spit
a
cigarette butt
a
flower pot
or
a man
spreading
his arms
trying
to fly
like
a bird
~first
published in Chien Kun Poetry Quarterly