Friday, July 20, 2007

It's lunch time ...

and I'd rather be across the street where, on the garage roof, there is a cozy arbor with a comfortable-looking white plastic table and chair set among terracotta pots with various flowers and plants, including, as far as I can tell without binoculars, bamboo and pink hortensias.

It's a still life. Nothing moves over there, unless you count a slight tremble of leaves from barely noticeable air movement.

There are voices through the connecting door from the office next to mine.

I am in two worlds.

2 comments:

the teach said...

I really like that, Leon. A prose poem...

Leonard Blumfeld said...

Thanks, Mary.

It really was what I saw across the street. Sometimes reality is more "poetic" ...