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Through My Window by Nicole Davis
The view through my window is better
The hill on 22nd street holds the ocean like a tub
The power station smolders to the North
And to the south urchins dot the breaker wall like eyes
I'd go out
But the view through my window is better
I can see it all without seeing
I can be it all without being
I get a call up from my friend
Rosalie
She wants to go hit the town
But I'd rather caress it softly
Through my window
The world doesn't have to be anything
It has to be
The light is heavy falling to the ground
Spirals of dust gather all around
My Grandfather built the corner wall
For three hundred dollars and a smile full of nails
I could sell it now for nine hundred grand
But I like the view through my window
Better than the outside
Through my window
I can see it all
And I don't have to fall
Or move
Smelling ocean air
Is enough to keep me free
American dreams and photographs in a book
Both curled around the edges getting yellow with age
I won't let that happen to me just yet
I don't want to live a life that later I'll regret
Tomorrow night, Rose, I'll hit the town
But tonight I'll watch the violet light
And the sun setting down town
Through my window