Neighbors

Neighbors

Watching over looking glasses, Dusk crept in from outside...
Watching over looking glasses, Dusk crept in from outside…

Watching over looking glasses,
Dusk crept in from outside.
The black cat parks upon her window ledge
And darkness merging into light.

Dancing in her room as a candle flame,
Shades of clouds drift by.
He is present at his window again,
Sipping a coffee cup of smooth cognac.

Nodding his head,
His shadow nods back,
An exasperated beat in a rappers voice,
And the difference between them is apparent:

Hers – ageing years –
Henna hair wrapped in purple Alice band,
At odds with pink flowered silver studded pinafore
She always wore between 8 and 9.

His – energy of youth –
Ecru coloured wave-cap tugged scalp tight,
At odds with pects bulging string vest,
He always wore between 8 and 9.

Watching Over Looking Glasses
Watching Over Looking Glasses: Love thy neighbour? We don’t even know them @ THE INDEPENDENT
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