Read the following short poem, then freewrite for 10 minutes.
Where the curtain does not quite close
the window shows a strip of night.
The eye travels down
from stars
and low-flying airplane lights
to the apartment pool,
lit and warm
in Halloween green,
a seafoam pastel dream,
between the curtain and the wall.
by Tara Deal in The Panhandler, 1994.