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
A short amount of time to assess the noise.
The quiet of the outside.
The woman gets out of her car.