Streaks

She stands at her window

Staring

At the streets outside

The activity

Hustling, Bustling

They're laughing, playing

Running

She's staring

The streaks on the glass

Are barely noticeable

To the passersby

With their busy lives

But each streak strikes

And she fervently strides

To remove

To watch outside

And dream and wish

But not until 

She can stare without care

They're laughing

She's staring, still caring

Each day is the same

The dust collects

Still she stares

They play

"One day," she says,

"I'll join and play too."

But each time she moves

To put down her rag

She looks and stares

A new streak appears

So

She stands at her window

Staring

At the streets outside

The activity

Hustling, Bustling