POINT OF VIEW

A bored seven-year old
picking at peeling paint,
flicking the chips down below.
looking over the edge,
and watching his spit drop,
trying to hit the sewer cover.
In this land of power lines,
with clothes lines beneath,
church spires and flags at eye level,
surveying his kingdom,
the roofs of his subjects
and dreaming of flying away -
escaping from an attic window.