Pale Blue

November 2019

 

From my bedroom window, I could see her kitchen window.

She would feed the birds at eleven thirty in the morning. 

Crisp white clothes hanging on the washing line.

Pale blue jumper.

 

Her house,

sitting behind,

slightly to the right.

 

Doing the dishes. Looking out the window.

The garden was always pristine. pick the weeds.

 

 

 

 

 

Tall wooden fence.

 

Black tie, black suit. Crisp white shirt.

 

 

Hide and seek,  out from behind the fence.

Looking and Doing 

November 2018

Doing the dishes. Looking out the window.

Looking out the window. Dishes

 

Dishes and windows.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Looking

Doing

looking and doing                   not doing

 

 

Not doing and not looking

doing and not doing                not doing and looking

 

Maybe the window is the looking and the doing is the dishes.

Doing the dishes. Looking out the window.

Watch your juice, Jack

November 2018

Tomorrow

don’t tell

 

Who made it?

 

Watch your juice Jack.

Billy?

It says happy

 

 

and then