empty cars sit outside my window…
old beaters with rust and dust…
been there for years…
Pinto…Taurus…an Astro van…
some with wheels…some without…

and the electrical wires swoop down just above them…
a pair of tennis shoes hangs in the air…
some soaked sweater on the ground…
letting us know winter is over…

the birds are flying north again…
home to summer…
I’m not going anywhere..