Misunderstandings

Rooftops

The moon winks from the sky and the sun paints streaky reds across the horizon.

People below

Come and go

Where they come from and go to is no business of mine,

Only of my imagination

Dogs bark and cars slide past.

Like time

Like hot sand through small fingers

The cicadas buzz their warning

The labryrinth of streets meanders.

Slowly tying itself in knots

Go this way

Or that

That road

Or this

The end will be the same

Bare feet swing from rooftops.

Nothing around them but air

Nothing but a 3 storey drop

I lean a little further and feel a rush of excitement.

Of danger

I could live out here

Live for summer evenings on sunbathed rooftops

And for strawberries which crush to sugar in your mouth

I could live out here

Or I could lean a little further...