:: 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.
and then life goes on again.
i'm inclined to believe that the more one thinks the less one lives. the more one plans, the less one learns.
it's poetic, but it might be total horsehit too. hard to tell. hindsight is 20/20, so i guess i won't really know until i'm dead and gone.