Sunday, July 19, 2015

Upon the blind of my upstairs window
Shadows move,
Wind blown leafy branches
Like people passing by.
And I
Disturbed by motion
From the corners of my sight,
Look up but they are vanished strangers.
The wind has stilled.
So I go back to my reading.

In late afternoon my pyjamas surprise me
by my still wearing them.

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