:: Red Rooftops ::
I sit, agape, at the vast expanse of red rooftops,
The typical three to four storey-ed narrow houses
That is stacked to one another like
Dominoes about to fall.
And then there were the lakes.
Still. Calm. Dotted with the occasional
Swan boats; rather reminiscent of the eighties
There is no sound.
As I sit, agape.
It feels like something portent
Is about to happen.