walking home from the bus stop
just on dark, sometimes i glance
through the uncurtained windows
of the houses along my street: flickering

television sets, people sitting  
at tables eating, drunken embraces,
the theatrical gesticulations
of men and women arguing

in an alcoholic twilight. i see
all these things - sometimes even
half-lovely women half-undressed
in silhouetted bedrooms and more -

but it doesn't matter what
tantalising extremes of humanity i see,
in the end i'm always glad to be walking
away from them and towards myself.
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About Glenn W. Cooper


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Glenn W. Cooper lives in Tamworth, Australia. He has been publishing poems in the small press and beyond for about five years. His most recent books are 'Methinks I See My Father' via Liquid Paper Press; and 'Outrun Your Fate' from Lummox Press.
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  2 years ago
Powerful ending! Nice job.
  2 years ago
reminds of the long walks home from the bus stop when i was in high school
  2 years ago
Yeah! I love this. Killer ending.

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