Jane
Dirty window
Locked with bars.
Grey skies and
wet grounds.
Window foggy.
Splintered window seat.
Chipped white paint
Scritch scratch
Scritch
Fingers bleed.
Women in white rush to the window.
White towels rapped a around boney fingers.
Scritch scratch
Scritch
They can't stop me.
Scritching scratching away
Hands rap around knees.
Rocking, creaking.
There it is,
There's that kite flying.
