The sun this morning,
Rises over foothills,
Until he can peek through
The peephole in my front door.
I don't understand the physics
That allow him to see
The breadth of my house,
The breadth of my life,
From such a distance,
Through such a small hole.
After a few moments
Of nonjudgemental observance,
He moves on to the next block,
Watchful for more peepholes.
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Clayton Medeiros
March 27, 2013
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Fun
Pure fun, whimsical and a great image. The poem could be animated.