RandomCha

Visible from the
Street a window piled high with
Assorted Christmas

First take this broken
Feeling and make it yours and
Then get out of bed

At 5:45
A partial solar eclipse
Last chance for 3 years

Songs about waiting
And songs about hanging up
Songs about leaving

Five bags on each arm
They haltingly squeeze themselves
Through the taxi’s door

Across the carpet
Creeps a red wine rivulet
Courtesy her cat

Golden rooftops wet
Shadows dissolving sunset
Hands in your pockets