Standing on the balcony,
watching the clouds tablecloth themselves onto the mountain
Listening to you in the kitchen
The television interjecting at different levels

The red paint on that car parked below- peeling away
She has stood her time, carried her loads
And would carry more if need be.

I look back into the light where you are
Seeing you through the open blinds
I smile. You’re wearing your concentration face…

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