Friday, December 16, 2011

Pulled Shade

Blue door, black iron in the shape of hearts.
The door has lost its handle and
The shade has been pulled down.

Once this grate gave a view
No doubt into a darkened hall
With a Persian rug visible,
Barely, if you stared.
Beyond it light and hints of
Living space with a kind of,
Sort of, warmth.

All gone now. What we see now is
Eyes, eyes staring out, from a flat
surface, just looking.
At you. 

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