Glowing Windows

It was September when I started

taking walks in the evening

to watch the dusk creep in and cloak everything

in a translucent dark-blue mantle.

 

I watched summer disappear under
an impenetrable static fuzz,
a TV drama lost to white noise – Another story I’d never catch the end of.

 

And I wondered how long I could wait

and how many chances I could give

for next summer to be better than

every other that had come before.

 

In October I would go out at night
and glimpse orange houseglow through the windows

and try to keep a little of that warmth
for next summer, just in case I’d need it.

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Fionnuala Durkan is a writer and (sometimes) artist based in Manchester. Her work mainly explores themes of connection, memory and identity.