Wondering Outside

I wonder what's in there.
What memories, what troubles, what laughs,
what tears.
A television, no doubt.
A kitchen sink, a bed and a bath tub, probably.
A crib? Teenage posters on the wall?
A bird with seed shells littered on the floor under its cage? or maybe just
an old lonely man, rocking in his chair, peering outside,
wondering who's out there, looking in?

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Chicago, IL USA

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