Heather
Taylor
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