Outside My Window (by Claibourne Porter)

I look out my window and see that
the world has been packed up to
collect dust for a while, just until
this clears up. There’s a bird perched

on my window sill and the squirrels
re hopping on the white fence.
My neighbors are tucked
inside. I can see them

through their windows like
flashes of blue light.
The streets are naked
and quivering.