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.

2015-12-30-17-11-59-writing-in-salamanca

 




(C)2016 by W.G. Milne

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One thought on “PEERING THROUGH VENETIAN BLINDS

  1. Reblogged this on THE DAILY RANT and commented:

    a poem I found in the notebooks this AM

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