I never noticed it was blue

i never noticed it was blue

having walked by it one thousand times

or more.

behind the window there stands a person

holding a book, musing over it, she looks out the 

window at me without me knowing

what she is reading or if it makes her happy

or sad, if it reminds her of a lost love

or a found one, a broken promise or

one fulfilled

i only know the chill of the winter air on my cheek

the brisk walk to meet a loved one at a restaurant

where we will drink hot toddies and talk science

again

perhaps we should talk of books and politics,

love, bigotry and ignorance, sensuality and 

the universe, 

the world of experience is vast

how do we begin and

how do we end