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.