[ Stare ]
let my gaze slip past this page
to the blue sky through tinted windows
Here. I see the poetic foliage
on twisted branches.
These trees, which line
this road, which leads
to some other �here�
where I don�t have to stare
dreamily out of some passage
I can�t break beyond
pen poised on a fresh sheet of lined paper
and me: tearing myself away
most dismally from this Stare.