There is someone
in that vacant house
across the yard…
I know because the curtain
hanging in that window --
always drawn -- is now open.
I tend to think it’s a woman
because of the merry colors
cavorting on the new curtain…
Yet it could be a man –
of mellower taste and shape
color-blind or maybe simply
does not give a damn…
I know there is someone
behind those radiant drapes
someone desperate to bar
entry to the gray drabness
of cloud and rain…
or maybe to dull the pain
of loneliness on both sides
of the windowpane.
Tatul Sonentz
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