Night Watch 2018.
He hung out the clothes on the front line,
& went for a brief walk around the cold dark block.
Coming back, the only way to the front door
was through the
translucent
washing.
He could see, between the clothes, the simple lights inside the house.
Lights, colours, movement, in the soft palette of a breeze
held together by
small wooden
pegs.
How easily we are
made so
beautiful.
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