Looking in windows...

Yes, I've been looking in windows again

Bunting

Two

sit side by side

on the sofa

she – dressing gown and spectacles

he – slippers, unsmiling

above them

stretched across the room

a string of fading bunting.

Restaurant

For two seconds

I walk past

you

in the restaurant.

Vertical blinds

strobing as I pass,

drawing

the cape of early evening

down the hill behind me

as you begin your day;

the hank of hair

tied prisoner

down the back

of your

crisp, white jacket.

You turn away

from the kitchen entrance

back into the empty dining room

your hands poised

on your thighs

brushing potential crumbs

from the black knap -

passing the moistness

of labour

into the fibres,

while your eyes

wander

seeking

your next task.

For two seconds

I walk past

you

in the restaurant.