Poetic License: ‘Homebound Spring’
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Joe Pacheco
I was watching from my window
Spring decorate a tree —
And birds building houses
With old fashioned carpentry —
The wind nostalgic waltzes
About my window sang
And frail, impatient flowers
From winter cellars sprang —
Then kind and beckoning voices
Outside my window cried,
“Come out where it is sweeter
And taste the spring outside!”
But when they heard my answer —
They turned and called no more —
“I’ve lived with many a window
But have never known a door” —