A window onto a window
A woman, her hair bunned up high
Sips tea in her blue sleeveless dress
The pink flowers on her dress blooming next to her garden plants
She steps back and is gone behind the cream pleated curtain
Window now reflects only the window again
A man now appears his dhoti ruffled white
He glances down to study his plants
Maybe missing the one that just went inside
He melts behind the pleaded curtain too
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