Jennifer Bartlett

10/25/18

When I point out the window,

I think it is the glorious

red sign that he is staring at

P     A     R     K     I     N     G

but no, it is the space itself

a building just for cars

10/26/18

Ying and Yang are looking out

            but do not the fog nor

the ferry turning

                        to avoid the others

clearly

                        I am

the consequence of a human who has stared out

this window too long

                        like a movie

starring the mundane I can read

            the weather by your poems

if you cared to notice

            you would be shocked at how

many kinds of boats exist

11/12/18

As the sky darkens, the windows illuminate

their voices. I want to be here all hours

of the night writing my dream cycle in a version

of airplane language.