What could this look like? From the outside –
A woman, baked and chattering with a glass of wine next to her.
I guess to the National, to the dentists, to the ex lovers –
It might look rather bleak.
The weather man might post a storm watch.
All to little effect, the woman continues to sip
and ponder in the fading eve.
Only that morning had she stood amongst
a crowd of parade watchers.
Feeling as if she were a smiling ghost.
The waves of everyday spontaneity, she is ill fit
But cloaked in sound and performance –
the ghost looks into her own window and does not see
a bleak picture
it is not bleak at all.
The woman is alive
she has failed, witnessed beauty,
and she is alive.
(I know this one flows a little weird – it’s because I changed a piece of prose I had written earlier into a poem.)
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