By now I should be insane,

for years now,

sitting at the window

imagining the destination

of the vehicles and walkers.

But I’m not.

I’m consistently, methodically

imagining what the neighbors

in my town are doing,

discussing?  are they eating?

maybe their arguing,

shouting about the fact

they have to do all the work.

piles of toys and books on the stove

children with jelly circling their lips.

graham cracker crumbs, and clothes

throughout the house.

By now I should be insane

yet all this imagining,

keeps my mind sharp!

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