12 Jan BLOGME TENDAL CDXV: Lurking
they just look.
You don’t know if they´re waiting.
You don’t even know what they’re looking at.
But they’re looking with a blind eye.
As they’re airing through the window slit out,
they lurk and fret.
If I stop, they defy;
If I look at them, they challenge;
if I hurry … they lurk
And there’s nothing more than clothes in a window.
I’m out of my mind!