sunlight crashes down onto the plaster balcony
raspberry leaves stretch out from a crowded planter
that had roses in it once, I hear
a honeysuckle vine crawls its way up to the roof
and down into the neighbour's empty balcony
she sits out there on a wooden chair
coffee steaming from her old cracked mug
as she does a crossword cut from the paper
with a thick tape over all of the answers
I see her through the sliding glass door
bathed in sunlight, bordered by flowering raspberry,
this quiet moment, quiet morning,
these summer notes on the breeze.
-Zero
