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

Posted by William Milne at 4:01 AM