The Window Woman

The Window Woman always watches all the world through windows

Then she thinks to understand how life goes

Everyday she’s in a bus

and staring through the glas

She sees the people walking by

but she herself is just too shy

She does not even really know

if she’s in a Truman Show

what she expects to see

is what she herself can’t ever be:

Exciting and interesting.

for the fall

dans ma cuisine
qu’es q’on preparer
pour mes pralines
je t’aime ma petite chocolatier

this is all wrong
cause I don’t know French
language at all
it sounds good
they have so many rhymes
I have so many crimes
but this is nice food

little chocolate drops and tears
what the church bell hears
sitting at my windows
those the sweet wind blows

little life through