Two Poems
   Thom Williams

The Possibility of Spring

Cars hit the bloodstream
of the new highway
bleeding toward the morning
of a thousand ritual breakfasts
and the possibility of spring.
The dying live one more hour.
The sparrow guards the puddle
against its reflection.
Today the blood is thin
and the city reels in a kind 
of anaesthetic hypnosis.
The window washer leans back
on the holy scaffold.
He wonders if God meant
for the street to be forty floors below.

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Inside is Not Enough

The window is stuck
But I am pushing hard.
It must open.
Outside is a day
Filled with light and air.
The wind is perfect.
Inside is not enough.
I have exhausted this room
Breath by breath.
The sky is not
Three feet by five feet.
A leaf blows by
Dead and dancing.
This window must open.