At night I walk the dogs down station road
Left side, I say. I pause.
Inside a window, never curtained
Home Sweet Home proclaim the panes
is a room full of stuff, boxes still
to be unpacked. A woman sits
watching a small screen. Another
beside her, her phone.
Her companion, on the 2 seater sofa
is a 4 adapter extension plug.
On the piano, music, photographs
In my dark, I watch her illuminated
watching her TV
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