Window Blues

It is a soup outside the window.

Blue soup with chunks of concrete houses,

salty rooftops

and peppered men & women

 

In that mix,

they are there

swimming with the others

as she stirs the soup by looking at it,

 

Is the soup worth the price?

It costed around one complete family

seven more days and a thousand moments.

 

She skips the soup

closing the window –

stop looking at the soup,

Apathy has always been a jetsetter.

Window Blues

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