Aquatic Diamonds Are Ephemeral, Or, Weren't Limited Editions Always Better, Anyway?

there is a screen upon my window
that keeps me from the
tiny rain drops, the
warm spring wind that blows,
in spite of gathering clouds,
fast food bags
and napkins
in
dizzying circles
outside the
screen upon my window.

there is a little tear in the
screen upon my window,
this portal just one story
above
the green, bright grass
sparkling,
dressed in rain drops and sunshine.

i think i'll jump.