There was a boy reaching out the open second storey window to stroke the cat standing on the sill. He sneezed as I walked past. The curtain was red. The yellow light spilled into the night. The crisp-air-filled spring night. Another photograph.
posted by Jill at 11:16 pm
2 Comments:
wow Jill...you should definitely be a professional photographer. heh heh. I hope you sensed my sarcasm.
But really, maybe there's room in this world for another poet. yeah...
This reminds me of when we were in old Quebec. There was a woman leaning out her window, watering plants in a flower box. A couple on the street stopped to chat with her as we strolled by.
Shawna
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