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

reappearing 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

as I revel in the accomplishments of quiet.

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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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2 Responses to Through a Venetian Blind

  1. beetleypete says:

    I also revel in those accomplishments of quiet, but sadly no cranes dance outside.
    Nice work as always, Frank.
    Best wishes, Pete.

    Liked by 1 person

  2. jfwknifton says:

    Cranes are really wonderful, beautiful birds!

    Liked by 1 person

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