Urbaneyesed

July 22, 2013

What goes on in the city

From the windows of icy apartments

Filled with the eyes of those looking out

And those being watched

Can they see us, seeing them

Jealousy rushing in our sockets

And out from our mouths

I envy the caged animals

-W.B.

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