Attica's Flower Box Window

She broached again and again over the careful morning scones

That she adored all too quickly as he cranked up his jaw

And turned off his ear, and she reminded they were his favorites and

Could we please consider for our morning view

That flower box window with the three sides of glass?

(Like in the magazines)

"Consider it I will," he said, "Consider it gone from your head

As it is I'm late and not in need of a view

And you will idle your time away like a bird perched at the window sill

So off I go and I'm gonna auction you off if you insist my little gem

My little hen to persist with this mentality"

"No more of this, she said, "Living in the shadow

Of my other sledgehammer, saw hacked away at the wall

Giggles, fear and dust, she chipped away and punched a hole

And the sun winked through with its artist eye

As if to say, "Wherever you been Attica?

Break the seal of your conventionality"

Not used to this awakening in you

Stash your dreams up in the cupboard bare

You know your name

She made her way to see that sun and headed out the door

With a wide stride to attack it from the other side

She ripped away, she talked aloud, belly laughed

And one by one the bottled spirits came to the curb

To see what was goin' on, "Attica, my dear"

They said, "Have you gone and lost your head?"

Here's a magazine, now go and find me that window frame

And to the nursery with you, we've got a lot to do

You can help or get out of my way

Not used to this awakening in you

Drink your tea in the same way

(Same time each day)

You know your name and you know who you are

Attica, Attica, Attica

Attica, Attica, Attica

Attica

Well, the spirit caught like wildfire and she had a crew

And between them all her flower box window was installed after all

Fanfare from the kitchen, street bazaar in the yard

(I see you, you see me)

Bottles uncorked, wildflowers free