Summer we open double glazed windows
to let in air, but this means
dirt from the city streets,
traffic noise, drunken chaos
from the bar on the corner, midnight
glass recycling from the same bar,
car alarms and fighting.
But sometimes, someone wanders
past singing Italian arias
and always birds
sing in the gardens.
An Open Window for Poetry Thursday
For another interpretation of the theme, please see my Alter Ego blog.