I looked through the glassy pane<\/p>\n
to the window across the way<\/p>\n
shrouded by boughs of flowers, hot pink.<\/p>\n
The old woman lives there<\/p>\n
and I imagine her on the stair<\/p>\n
which appears in my view.<\/p>\n
There’s a picture on the wall<\/p>\n
–is it floral too?<\/p>\n
Or, perhaps it’s the one she loves…<\/p>\n
an old photograph, which captures time.<\/p>\n
I see at the top of the straight staircase<\/p>\n
a passage which goes this way or that.<\/p>\n
Many nights I peer out into the dark,<\/p>\n
the boughs now blanketed in silky black,<\/p>\n
and I spy a light on to the right<\/p>\n
in a room which lies upstairs, towards the back.<\/p>\n
I’ve developed a camaraderie with her<\/p>\n
and I say “Goodnight friend” as I imagine<\/p>\n
her sitting in a papered room, with rose drapes<\/p>\n
and lilacs in a vase<\/p>\n
in a comfortable blue chair<\/p>\n
covered with a quilted plaid throw.<\/p>\n
But, how would I know?<\/p>\n
I’ve seen her in the daylight<\/p>\n
but she has just walked on past<\/p>\n
carefully stepping on arthritic feet<\/p>\n
keeping her balance precariously.<\/p>\n
We’ve exchanged pleasant greetings.<\/p>\n
But, at nights, when I utter “Goodnight friend”<\/p>\n
I wonder…<\/p>\n
What is it really like to sit in that room,<\/p>\n
to tread the stair,<\/p>\n
and to gaze out that other window across the way<\/p>\n
back at mine<\/p>\n
and imagine?<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
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