In a time
before television
There was the
option to sit
At the window
and look outwards
Taking an
interest in the world
Or at least the
street,
Waving to or
ignoring passers-by,
Fingering the lace
curtains
If something
juicy was happening,
A barney of a
shouting match, perhaps.
Looking
outwards? Nowadays,
We all have
better things to do with our time.
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