Monday, July 11, 2005

Early evening

I sit and watch
sun in my face and on the water below
a gentle breeze touches my arms
softly caressing the hairs
taking away the warmth of the early evening
and making it bearable.
A man walks along the street
and I say hello as he passes
the balcony where I sit,
too lazy to attend to my chores
feeling the rightness with the world
smelling other people's cooking
I feast on the aroma
of food I cannot rouse myself to make
Someone plays a guitar
and I sit and watch and wait.

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