I like to watch you,

from the window,

saunter to the fence from where

you can watch the wind

perform in zigzags across the wheat

and sigh, exhale blue smoke

into the sky and listen

to the day fade away

into blackbirds fussing

and the cat stalking

from beneath the rose bush.

 

I like to watch as you

and nature become entwined

in the humidity of the afternoon;

with each exhale

your shoulders unravel,

as do mine,

because in this fleeting moment

of our everyday, everything

is forgiven and from five pm

onwards, we begin again.

 

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Photograph & poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019

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