From my glass box.
Everyday I see
People glancing from the corner
Of their eye
As they run to work.
Children pressing fingers and noses
To the grimy glass to gawk.
Ladies holding hands with
Gentlemen as they stroll
And make their wish lists.
And all I can do
Is stand
And look at a world outside
That's so beautiful
Plastic tears stain my
Wax face.
I like this.
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