The low evening sun bounces off the bargain bistro table
Which briefly doubled as a desk but now has pride of place
On the balcony, which is all ours, our tiny patch of sunkissed
air and evening chill, of fallen leaves and sideways rain
Our viewing platform over the neighbourhood we call home
For a glass of wine, and after dinner show, as the world goes by
On our long evenings together, which never feel long enough
Helen Bowie is a writer and performer based in London, UK. Her words can be found in Beir Bua Journal, Eater London and Daily Drunk Mag, among others. Helen has one cat, and several bafflingly strong opinions about extremely trivial matters. You find her opinions on Twitter @helensulis and her words at linktr.ee/helensulisbowie.