Thursday, February 4, 2016

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
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

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