“…yon window breaks”

Light tumbles from her window
staining the grass below; elongated
rectangle of bright green in the night
a trap-door of illumination I want
to step on, fall through, down;
down into the dusty cellar
where she waits by
that light.

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I am a poet, writer and teacher who moved from Minnesota to New Orleans in 2008 to help rebuild the worst public school system in America. It is a huge challenge to say the least. Now, after ten years, I have returned home to my native Midwest. Writing - in many different forms and ways - has saved me untold thousands in therapy bills throughout the years. Reading my writings may do either the same - or just the opposite - for you. Read at your own risk, as I do not offer writer malpractice insurance. ;-{) I hope you enjoy what you read here.