Sweet dreams my baby boy

My window today

Window #1

my father was not in the telephone book
in my city;
my father was not sleeping with my mother
at home;
my father did not care if I studied the 
piano;
my father did not care what
I did;
and I thought my father was handsome and I loved him and I
       wondered
why
he left me alone so much,
so many years
in fact, but
my father
made me what I am
a lonely woman
without a purpose, just as I was
a lonely child
without any father.  I walked with words, words and names,
names.  Father was not
one of my words.
Father was not
one of my names.

Diane Wakoski

"The Father of  My Country"

This morning on the High Street

The Birds

Looking for direction