One day I saw my neighbor through my kitchen window as he stared down at his hands. I felt as if I knew what he was thinking in this moment
Open Kitchen Window
I saw a neighbor man
Through my kitchen window
The Texas Sun was pouring down
Heat in buckets of thick yellow rays
He was captured in the moment
Staring down at his hands
Ungloved, and dappled with age
He recalled his past, long passed
I wondered as I looked
And saw my hands framed in the window
My past, long and longed for
Today pours down its blues
Like a Texas thunderstorm
If Youth is not wasted on the young,
Would not these memories be the poorer?
I saw a fish jump up from Redhead Pond
To see the man who stared down at his hands
