nexus
a very old man is washing windows
across the way
i'm having my lunch on a park bench
i look around no one seems to be watching me
if someone were i'd imagine
the three of us having lunch together on the bench in the park
the old man uses a ladder to reach the window top
it seems dangerous
place and time join us in a way
i don't know what we'd talk about
a clean window reflects well on its owner i suppose
we could talk about that
Poetry by one trick pony
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Written on 2016-09-13 at 19:11
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