Haah in Winter

Haah, a circular trend on a transparent window,
A dot here and another with a concave up; smile,
Haah, a bigger geometrical shape yet so similar,
A heart and a moment of calm, nothing to recall.

Haah, boredom overcame my numb emotions,
Wiping the window with two fingers; very chilly,
Haah, this time onto my fine fingertips to warm,
Then gazing outside at tonight’s busy city streets.

Haah, a talented sigh measuring pitch of sounds,
The driver on my left, a friend, took a right turn,
Haah, it was his’, louder with a deep emphasis,
I guess he was tired of driving for a day’s journey.

Sunday, 12th of June 2011