paul weinman
other horizons
When he had a choice
he'd choose rooms with no view.
Wanted walls
wished for no vistas or mtns.
valleys, sunsets in the west.
Oceans beyond that glass
made him sad. He'd see dreams
of officework bustle
computer terminals setting
everything on order
calling up forms
to add the new data.
Yes, nods congratulations
from the boss. But no ...
same old grind, pigeonholed
- nighttime entertainer.
