From a Chair in a room in a Old house. By Jen Curry

Sitting on a chair
in the living room
by the window.
Fresh breezes
turning winds
blown curtains fly
reaching empty
spaces in the sky.
Cools my face.
Swishing sounds
leaves swaying
bird sing
cat laps water
from a white bowl.
Car drops down
in the manhole
without a soul
Everything takes a toll.