Apartment Living
A never-ending cycle of laundry
litters my back porch only to remind
me of the joys of apartment living.
The shadows of my unmentionables,
though, provide shade for those times
I need to escape to the outdoors.
I can stand, screened by tshirts,
in relative privacy against lingering
gazes of lonely neighbors in windows.
This is my oasis, sad as it looks.
I take refuge from confined spaces
and spy on the world beyond.
litters my back porch only to remind
me of the joys of apartment living.
The shadows of my unmentionables,
though, provide shade for those times
I need to escape to the outdoors.
I can stand, screened by tshirts,
in relative privacy against lingering
gazes of lonely neighbors in windows.
This is my oasis, sad as it looks.
I take refuge from confined spaces
and spy on the world beyond.