Outside the Window

 

I can see the fake roses,

on the ground floor of the flats opposite.

It is a little shady there.

It is much sunnier on the roof,

past the two satellite dishes.

 

A huge truck parks up, interrupting the view.

It does not stay long.

A woman parks up.

I look away and nearly miss the orange van and a woman

walking past carrying a white paper bag.

The woman is still in her car.

 

Some observations and

subtle changes.

A short amount of time to assess the noise.

The quiet of the outside.

 

The woman gets out of her car.