Looking through the Window at the Future:
Looking through the window at the future
Under the rooftree of the self
In the log cabin, in the pine woods
And disappearing hills
Sometimes it seems the heart
Should break from sheer happiness
Except that we know our lives
Keep leaning outwards
Like stone towers into the distance
Where the future is lying in wait
With sad eyes looking back
Like a huge slaughtered mountain.
Patricia Goedicke.
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