a stranger looking into my window

i don't know who he is,

but i see

a man,

standing across the street

staring into

my house.

i lower the blinds

and peek

out.

he's wearing a hat,

a grey flannel suit.

he's around fifty

years

old, i suppose.

there's a briefcase 

in his left hand,

and what looks like

a subpoena in his right.

he's wearing sunglasses.

i want to go out and find

out who he is,

ask him what he's

doing here,

and why he's standing

across the street

staring into my window.

but i'm not wearing

any shoes,

or pants,

so that ends that.