Out the Window

Out this window,
I see a brick wall.
Out that window,
I would see:
Blooming trees,
Colorful people,
Warm sun,
Shining cars,
Rolling blankets of mountain
Spotted with brushes of sage,
And cookie-cutter homes.

I would.

But the blinds are closed;
An opportunity for enjoyment
Shut behind them.
So I'm left with this window--
This opportunity--
And I stare at this brick wall.
But it is better than no window at all.

--Written in my college lit. class, staring out of the window like I did everyday