From our Hotel Window on the 14th Floor To the left, the water view where boats rock quietly under the sound of seagulls. To the right, the mountains peek through gaps between high-rises. Across the wide city street one Vancouver resident keeps his penthouse blinds open, so we may observe him walk under high ceilings, among his elegant furnishings. ********** by Lori Lipsky
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“under the sound of seagulls”… wow, Lori, you captured the way their ballyhoo can create a canopy! I feel as though I’m there with you. Interesting about the penthouse dude, too.
I’m glad you think so, Robin. Thanks for saying so.
Love this poem!
Thank you, Susan. I’m happy you stopped by and took time to leave a comment. Please do come again.
Love this poem and the mountains peeking thru high-rises. I can’t imagine! Then the total shift to the 1 penthouse. Amazing!
Nice of you to say so, Joanie. Thank you.