Fenêtre

can have neither peace nor quiet
must sit at this desk
though nothing will happen
in the dull roar of endless chit-chat

hour after hour watching
the light change
the time pass
the new year age, wrinkle, and wither

must sit at this desk
hour after hour
at so many empty Dollars apiece

Almighty Dollars to buy the walls
that hold the windows
through which I watch the world