Night Windows

Night Windows
---- Big Frank Dickinson

As the elevated train passes it draws out
The curtains from within this closeby room
And draws in the glancing gaze of a
Passenger who takes as little notice

Of this scene as the woman takes of the
Roar that now accompanies her bending
Over which is timed to the exact moment
When this passenger's eyes pry in -

And see, not the red on the right,
Not the sad black frame of a building,
Nor the flash of curtain white,
But her bowing away at the end of this day.