february window

Last morning waking up downstairs. Moving
bed back upstairs today. Sleeping down
here, sheetless, for more than a
month. It’s my dad’s birthday. He
died in 2011. He would have
been 88. I like this window.
It will stay here as is.
We’ll paint the frame. It doesn’t
open, just interrupts the blank wall
with a picture of the day.