Modern poem “Winter Balcony at 7 p.m.”

2022-06-03 0 By

Winter balcony of night at seven o ‘clock last night, I passed a strange room through the window I saw a woman like me around has faded mint green apron in transformation of the kitchen, balcony doing the dishes after the aftermath of it looks like, dinner is very successful, her look a little tired, some relief, some lost the kitchen lights are cool,Darkened with age, the three sides of the counter were covered with cooking tools,Trivial in the order of a kind of let a person feel someone in the bath bubble bath someone went to supermarket on the way some people outside the balcony has a variety of shapes or casual hanging lamp lamps series at 7 o ‘clock in the evening in the winter glowed warm and I walked over and over again in forget that woman stick the frying to hang over the hair on both sides of the forehead and I have not seen in the depths of the house,Don’t know what was in the smoking or the husband I see reading the newspaper, she was in no hurry to finish the job at hand but intentionally slowing, slowing, and the cloth from a location in another position, as if to elaborate decoration, in fact, and it doesn’t make any sense to move because she knew, even moving pace, came to a few meters away, under the eaves of life.