walking home after dark i am an interloper
mostly alone in quiet but afforded glimpses
into windows, warm inside, evidence of lives
of people having regular wednesday nights
kincaids hung above fireplaces
spider plant in the window trailing down
old christmas cards
an orange tabby
bookshelves
an ashtray
a candle
suspended in a moment outside moments
walking in between my own life and someone else's
soon i will be in my own moment, among my own things
a place i know without seeing nothing to note here
a wreath i should have taken down
a green pillow
a bird cage
a ring
a fullness
a quietness
You have such a knack for capturing moments that most of us only are aware of as a feeling! I too, like the sense of wonder at the other lives that go on, as you walk past the warm glow of houses...
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