Neighbors

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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