In between

Inside
Warmth and the smell of dinner cooking
Somewhere upstairs
My sister’s radio is playing
My mother smiles
My brother tells a joke
He learned that day
Laughing I look out
At the world

Outside
Chill and the smell of damp grass
From nothing and nowhere
A furious assault of wind
The rain drizzles
Wild things huddle
In safe green places
Away from the gray
Of the world

Only this glass
In between

window

 

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