Alone

To look out from a window
on a quiet Fall afternoon
across the lonely London street
and beyond the quiet park -
The wind whispers round the leaves.

***

Sitting on the bench, a man
who reads his papers quietly,
his faithful friend at side.
A couple strolls around the block
their young child in a carriage -
The murmur of their voices.

***

On this quiet afternoon,
I sit and watch
And hear stray notes
an aspiring pianist upstairs -
The sound of jazz piano against still air.

***

I could stay here for a long while
though, perhaps, not forever.


- Adam Taylor Green,