Sunday, August 27, 2023

The Blind Drawn

This one’s never opened,
Only lifted to peek,
Or shadowed by the cats

Who slip back behind it
Along the narrow sill.
The window’s by a bed

And unfortunately positioned
Such that pedestrians
And neighbors can look in.

So the blind remains drawn
All hours for privacy,
And neither exposure

To the street nor daylight
On pillows and blankets
Will ever be complete.

No comments:

Post a Comment

Note: Only a member of this blog may post a comment.