the woman across the street

i see a woman

standing

across the street, staring

at my house.

her hands

are in her coat pockets

as the rain

pours down.

i dim

the lights

and duck down, peering

through

the slats

of my blinds.

she's no one that i know.

no one

from my current

or past life.

maybe she's from the future.

come early

with her

blight.