Looking out the window
I’m more than a mite surprised
Gleaming water stuns me
Bright and shiny in my eyes.
In just a moment
I learn I was wrong
The gleaming reflections I see
Are not water glinting sun
But rooftops angled
This way and that
To take in the sun
And stop the heat like that.
Houses for plants
To grow where they won’t
So that in the summertime
People can pick what they want.
Four greenhouses (that aren’t green at all) were built just before we moved in to our new house. With the sun gone down and just a little light reflecting off of their rooftops I thought there was a random pond at the end of the street for a moment.
Breathing In 