The Way


The fern way up on the other side of the street, peeking over a balcony
it dashes and strikes the side of the old gray building.

Wind is stronger up there.

I watch from a green metal bench
way down below, no wind here.

No way to get up, only if I was invited.
I would have to find which doorbell.

Then make an excuse.

Hello, is this the apartment with the fern?
On the balcony?

I would like to make an appointment.