I really wasn't inspired by the prompt over at the offician NaPoWriMo page today, so I did my own free-write as I sat on my couch, gazing out the window at the world whiz by.
I'm a little tired from the constant living, breathing, reading, writing poetry for the past month so for today I kept it short and sweet:
Sometimes the window
is my whole world,
non-auditory, complete kinesthetic,
I watch with a side-view
a moving, breathing sketch
muffled by glass,
one side looking in.