13:53, 25/04/2017

by Brendan Strong

Window glaze reflects its gaze, a

baby blue sky with the

cotton wool clouds and

redbrick buildings

all so still

now –

not like earlier with the

hail and the breeze

setting our faces to freeze

would lunch ever come and then

when it came, would it ever

go away again?

at least it is warm inside.

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