Seven

From my balcony with nothing to do - I see, against the slightly moon-lit sky of tonight, the silhouette of a girl, must be living in that building, a little away from here.

She is on her terrace, talking on her cell-phone under the slightly moon-lit sky of tonight - golden brown in patches, purple clouds.

She walks round and round, on her terrace, in a state of trance, must be - the silhouette of her I can see from here, my balcony, only on a 2D plane.

As she walks, round and round, her head disappears, at the right hand edge of the silhouette of the terrace of her building - and she disappears, her head disappears on the right hand corner - then she must be walking around - and then her head re-appears on the left hand corner, always on the count of seven that I keep in my mind.

She must have done a thousand rounds now.