Window Glass at Macy’s
Feb 09 2011 Filed in: Jims Poems
Window Glass at Macy’s
Someone smashed in
A plate glass window at Macy’s.
The manikins are speechless
And can not move,
Like birds in love,
Unaware of an open door,
Freedom beckons,
Yet its whispers are ignored.
Men remove the shards,
The way lies open,
But the manikins are frozen,
Too wrapped up
In clothes and shoes
To notice freedom calling.
It’s cold without windows.
The manikins pull borrowed clothes
Tight around their thin, indifferent frames.
The wind might blow them over.
Better to ignore the glass,
Better to stay warm forever,
Watch a parade,
Let freedom pass.
Someone smashed in
A plate glass window at Macy’s.
The manikins are speechless
And can not move,
Like birds in love,
Unaware of an open door,
Freedom beckons,
Yet its whispers are ignored.
Men remove the shards,
The way lies open,
But the manikins are frozen,
Too wrapped up
In clothes and shoes
To notice freedom calling.
It’s cold without windows.
The manikins pull borrowed clothes
Tight around their thin, indifferent frames.
The wind might blow them over.
Better to ignore the glass,
Better to stay warm forever,
Watch a parade,
Let freedom pass.