Sunday, September 12, 2010


Through half-open blinds I see
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
at the stars.

My eyes half closed, I’m almost

Summer, 2008

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