Boo Radley s verse

This page is like the window
With that loose shutter to see
And read the words which wind of
Sensations opened to me.

He penetrates the walls
Through each of tiny gap...
My space of life is small
Because the handicap.

The fence, the cloud, the soil,
The golden oak, the knot-hole...
Which holds my silver coins,
My arts, my planet at whole.

My world... I make it wider,
No one helps but the wind,
He makes me artist, writer
Like I have got the wings...

The flight... what the sensations!
What colours, scents and sounds...
The kiss of life for patience
And all is clear and loud.

The flight... it can’t be endless...
The misery of the jail...
Why they call me Boo Radley*
If Boo is name of their?

It’s raining outside,
The flakes of snow are falling
And sparkling in the light
That’s thrown off the pole.

A neighbour girl doesn’t sleep
This night... she is just watching
The snow, the trail, the tree,
My coins... she is holding...

* one of characters of the novel
Harper Lee "To Kill a Mockingbird"