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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

I peer through
Venetian blinds
hoping to see
someone alive

a dance, a sign
echoes of a
poet's line
as the sky turns 
indigo
then midnight blue

watching to see
what the day is
whether red,
or yellow 

watching to see
myself perhaps
and passers that pass
and maybe 
catch a glimpse
of you.






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