Through a Venetian Blind

I am re-posting this piece because it is mating season for the Florida cranes.  All this week they have not shut up quite frankly.  I have dozens of them around my house and they have approached closer than ever walking brazenly across my property without so much as a by your leave.  Yesterday three of them were directly outside my front door.  The bachelors are dancing for comely young females, those with gorgeous necks and long legs,  seeking their lifetime mates while established couples will soon be nesting.  In a couple of months the baby birds will be walking about with their proud parents.  The procession of the living goes on.

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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3 Responses to Through a Venetian Blind

  1. beetleypete says:

    Well worth a re-post, Frank. Living with the cranes is something to be envied indeed. The circle of nature that we fool ourselves we can control.
    Best wishes, Pete.

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  2. Lara/Trace says:

    Oh this is funny and touching, Frank. I am bird clan – I’d dance with you!

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  3. Very cool. All I get to see in my neighborhood is the Dance of Avoiding Vehicles and the March of Getting a Seat On the Subway.

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