Friday The 13th
by Joanna Gilman Hyde
In the course of the setting sun
Eye have gone from
A bare-legged, sun-glassed
In my un-shaded living room window
To the lone light
In an upper storey
On the cover
Of an old Victorian novel
I really love this one, Joanna.
What a great way to describe this circumstance !
Thank you both so much! Your comments make me feel better.