Through a Venetian Blind

Mom would dust the venetian blinds

every Saturday morning

open and close them

with a pull on the cord

watching the world  blink

appear, disappear and change

reappear the same, but slightly different.

.

Now cranes appear through open blinds,

unafraid messengers of a sort

spying from their perch, all stilt and neck;

Do they despise us or think we are ugly

thick of leg and round of head

unable to dance?

.

I have left the city

where people cannot love themselves

to live among the cranes

promenading quietly passed blinded windows

treating me indifferently

reveling in the accomplishments of quiet.

.

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Bonded For Life

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About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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4 Responses to Through a Venetian Blind

  1. Ms. V says:

    A new one! I love venetian blinds for the very reason you describe– you can take the girl out of the ‘ Burg but you can’t take the ‘ Burg out of the girl.

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  2. beetleypete says:

    I had blinds at every window when I lived in London. Wooden venetians, custom-made at considerable expense. A cleaning ritual that I hated, seemingly endless.
    Curtains now. No blinds, ever again.
    I can’t see any cranes though, That must be nice.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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