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





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Written on 2016-09-13 at 19:11

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Stream of consciousness, done correctly. Nice.
2016-09-16


Kathy Lockhart
Oh what a lovely place to be. The connection. In that reflection, I propose he saw you too. And, I, The Reader, am joining you. Thanks for inviting me. The ladder, the window, the park bench all connected as well. People, objects, and life. Three connecting. So many connections so many times in threes. The Trinity. How beautiful!
2016-09-14



I like your slices of life. So imaginative. Nexus? Are you getting technical on us? Science fiction is what comes to mind with the wish of the only three people in view suddenly coming together.
Clean windows reflect on the owner, but they also reflect many other things. Beautiful and thought provoking.
Ashe
2016-09-14