Tuesday, October 12, 2010

On the balcony

On the balcony

On the balcony
surrounded by warm, breezy air
I snoozed in my private lair.


On the balcony
I can hear the pool music & the traffic
and the whispery action.


With the stupidest book ever
I keep a lazy, watchful eye on the other guests,
while I pretend to rest.


High over all & halfway to the sky
yet halfway to earth,
I watch the comings & goings.


On my balcony
I am invisible...
I am a spy.

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