outside the window once
the cold sun burns off the
transition from night to day;
a mellow moon remains
floating above the horizon
then disappears as if it was
a mistake to have been seen;
joggers run around the lake's
man-made perimeters in the
same colored sweats as the
trees, making them hard to see;
mindful memories of summer
campers linger in the air with
the smell of winter approaching
the fall decay laying on the ground;
house plants and house cats
sit by the window behind which
the cloudless sky was seen...
a pale blue sickly kind of color;
a complete range of thoughts
programmed at birth, float
through the emptiness of the mind
taking photographs as they pass;
humidors in spain are full around
the time of the holidays as are the
hookahs that line the streets of
the Khan - el - Khalili bazaar;
a cloudless sky appears outside the
window of my imagination today.
28 November 2021
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