the red dress
There is a girl outside my office in a red dress
Sitting alone on the wooden bench near the harbour
The dress is sleeveless
She is looking at some papers
Crossing her legs then looking out to sea
I ran yesterday morning in the early light along the same sea
Where she has just been looking with different eye
As I was running a single cloud was changing to red
It looked like a person dressed in red sitting on a chair
The red was the same as her dress
The morning cloud foretold
I have looked up from my desk and she has gone
Not stood up and walked away but simply gone
When I finished my run the sun had changed in the sky
The red had drained from the cloud and looked dull
Like the bench beside the sea
posted by Mattenz @ 12:48 pm
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