Reality is Beauty
Imagine a house with many windows with a view
-having to myself a vision of Lake Washington and the mountains overlooking it all.
There would be beautiful picturesque trees, and blackberry bushes without thorns.
From this only a short walk to amenities and culture.
Inspired, I would write magical, irrelevant poetry on my perch.
But there is a fence that sags in the middle
on the sidewalk a sign that says "free stuff" next to a street full of cars parked bumper to bumper.
Taking the long view from my window is a back lot with bits of brown glass and dandelions in the cracks
There are people walking by with dogs, headphones, attitudes and worries.
A dying tree, being overtaken by vines, stands next to me watching.