another wall
and windows. On the fourth floor,
just below me,
two silhouettes eat dinner against cloth drapes.
Past a dark window above
them, the sixth floor is lit. They have blue
wall paper.
No-one is there.
To the right a woman leans out looking
up
at the stars.
My eyes half closed, I’m almost
asleep.
Summer, 2008
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