Ted Greenwald read his poetry last night at the Karpeles Manuscript Museum but I was too cold and sleepy to go

So here is a stanza from his poem "Next Week", from the book Common Sense, Kensington, Calif.: L Publications, 1978:

thus it happened that, the rain fell
and the man sat
putting a roof on the house of his body
every once in awhile he uttered a thought or two
but most of the time
he was a window for others to look through