Fourth Story Window

The curtain hanging in my window breathes in and out.
Its belly filling with air upon each inhale.
Exhaling, the shadows of the plants on the sill grow larger.
A mix of gold and orange from the streetlight
enhances those shadows.
I try to imagine a bird landing in the empty spaces.
A crow or raven.
Four stories and a screen separate me
from the voices below.
I breathe in… out in time with the curtain.
I see my first glimpse of summer.