from my window

I'm lying here on the sofa

looking out the window

rain

grey skies

I'm lying here on the sofa

looking out the window.

The car arrives again.

It parks outside my house.

She steps outside.

Her with short grey hair, jeans, puffy jacket.

Her car is full, suitcases, bags, and now a mattress is tossed on top.

She takes a dog from the back seat.

She leads him to the neighbours house and leaves him there.

Comes back to her car, gets inside and drives away.

I don't know who she is, but I think she is living in her car.

Perhaps she is homeless.

Perhaps not.

She comes and goes.

She drops off her dog.

She picks him up.

I see her wrapping ice packs in plastic bags.

Perhaps to keep her milk cold.

Perhaps not.

Strange what you see when you lie on your couch looking out the window.