late winter
irritation
hang me
with my winter scarf
hover
black and silver
when i pass
a strangers house
they pull the blind
polished window
life alive
unchecked
i must have done
one thing right
above their rooftops
blinking lights
for my
always watching
neighborhood eyes
it lingers
through spring
gray snow
i see things
they dont believe
over shoulder
skyward
three directions
walking through
window rows
lest i even lift a finger
waste a bitter breath