Shaken Window

It's a hot, snowy day.
The crows are here.
Struggle and misery,
tap, tap, tap.
The sound says,
you've tried, 
why?
Underground reasons,
aquifers of oil and water,
mixed and separated
at the corner of
contradiction and
confusion.
Look out,
the gray writes
on branches.
You're lower
and shouldn't see stars.
That's all outside
and the crow is here
with me
and we are waiting
to see what a window does.