From the balcony of a building;
across a canyon of the city,
I saw beautiful clothes dancing in the wind.
Dresses and shirts fluttered in the breeze.
They were drying in the sun—
their owners waited inside.
While I watched, one of the doors opened.
An elderly man stepped out with care.
He had an exquisite cane—
it sparkled in the sun.
I wondered why he was there.
As he stabbed the sky, I had to laugh.
He wobbled as he leaned against the door.
The sun sparkled again and he went inside.
W. Wayne B.
New poetry book: Eyes of Hope
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© 2016 W. Wayne B.
Original image: Laundry Out the Window, Brick Building – Marbella, Spain. By Chris Goldberg [Image license]