View From My Window
Without Conversations
In the last room on the left, I see the woman
in the blue hat. She is sitting there,
quite comfortable in her current position.
I take her a cup of tea; she smiles at me
behind her roesmary and sunflower scent,
not a single hair is out of place.
Then I take out the paper and read the Daily Comics;
it's been such a quiet afternoon without
a single conversation.
-(c) June 23rd, 2003
in the blue hat. She is sitting there,
quite comfortable in her current position.
I take her a cup of tea; she smiles at me
behind her roesmary and sunflower scent,
not a single hair is out of place.
Then I take out the paper and read the Daily Comics;
it's been such a quiet afternoon without
a single conversation.
-(c) June 23rd, 2003
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