(1935 - 2014 / Connecticut, United States)

The Lighted Window

A lighted window floats through the night
like a piece of paper in the wind.

I want to see into it. I want to climb
through into its lighted room.

As I reach for it it slips through the
trees. As I chase it it rolls and tumbles
into the air and skitters on through the
night . . .

by Russell Edson

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