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Friday, January 13, 2017

PEERING THROUGH VENETIAN BLINDS




I live in an
old house
and as I peer
through the blinds
I see a red car,
the blue ass rolling
of a woman in jeans;
hear the roar of
yellow - a caterpillar
tractor

and here the walls are
midnight blue
still I peer
through Venetian
blinds
hoping to see
someone alive

a dance, a sign
a poet's midnight line
that lifts and echoes
true

hoping and
waiting
all the time
to
see
you. 




(C)2016 by W.G. Milne

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