Wednesday, 30 January 2013

walking towards dusk

from the top of the hill
dusk walks towards me
in his uncle's new shop
a young man does push-ups
1-2-3 –
the uncle catches my gaze
he smiles across the empty shop
glass separates us –
in a different part of town
my eyes wander to the naked torso
of a man by the poolside
before the blinds are closed

nobody caught me
staring at the moon
i lower my eyes
hurrying to pick up the stars
one by one

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