The Observer Observed

‘Neighbourhood Watch’
in The Cold Panes of Surfaces

One day you come home
to a letter in your mailbox.
It asks you to quietly observe
a neighbour — a young man
who owns a brick house
across the street from you.
[…]
you sit the whole long night
outside the poor man’s house,
[…]
slightly ashamed to be alone
rooting through his garbage, too,
looking for the secret writ to his life,
for what it is he is hiding — until,
empty-handed and solemn
you walk home, noticing someone
has trampled your rose bushes
and your garbage is strewn,
like a banner of lies and half-truths,
across the city’s shining ruin.

Chris Banks

And so for day 2460
07.09.2013

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