Routine

We walk home ignoring the petunia and pebbles. The house stands frozen from outside.

The broken conversations reach an end at the front steps.

With an uncooked mind I open the door.

Were we unexpected? The silence and warmth gushes outside forgetting to pick their giggle and guffaw.

My home looks at me and the stranger sharply which I pretend to ignore.

Sitting on the sofa I looked outside. Green purple and haze under the yellow light.

Thoughts never reach anywhere. It’s still green purple and haze.

Aimlessly I walk around inside the house. She is sitting in the balcony crossing her legs leaving one of her sandals.

Do I feel pity for the left alone sandal?

She is looking outside, and I watch her from behind. There is green purple and haze outside. We both

see it.

And then I go near and move the sandals close by.