Trees Outside My Window

I’ve got trees outside my window
and I can watch them for days 
if I want
Weeds in the pavement
aren’t the same thing
they don’t wave
at angry eyes
that all look the same 
from windows 
that look at trees

I’ve never heard a bomb
outside my windows
I’ve read about them 
in the news
I can’t hear
the crying children
looking at the trees
outside my window

From my window
the world can be 
statistics and numbers
things I won’t imagine
and broken lives 
arouse my interest
for a moment
or two
while the leaves
come and go
with the seasons

I care
as I drink my tea
and lives 
drop
into places I’ll never see
I wonder if
my neighbors
see the trees
outside 
their windows