the woman with a small dog

your imagination
runs dry at some
point, you've said
everything you
needed to say, and
have said it twice,
at least. so you
get up, finally,
from your chair
and stretch. your
back is stiff,
your eyes are red
and burn. your mouth
is dry from silence.
you go the window
and look down onto
the city street. you
see a woman in a
yellow dress,
the color of
sunflowers. she has
red hair. she's
wearing sunglasses
and holding a small
dog in her arms.
you go back to your
chair. you realize
that there
is so much more
to write about.