Staring out a plane glass window
Florecent lights outside
Lighting the way to see...
A corner of two busy biways
Motorized vechiles never stop moving
In more than two directions
At one time
Closer there's a path
For slower traffic, human feet
Though it is used
Little more than twice a day by most
It still looks to have no end
Headed off
Into the four major horizons
Closer still a green field
Of short foliage
With trees spewed about
Great and small alike
Much of the land also has been ravaged
With the years past
Large black spots
Where trees and grass once stood proud
Closer yet a metalic pole
Protruding and alienating the sky
50 meters from the ground
A top is the U.S. flag
showing the nationalism of our school
Though few individuals
Are actually from here
Below it is a lesser flag
Telling of the state which we currently reside
Author notes
This is what I look at When I stare out the window
Of my class In room 230
second period
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