Across the square through Venetian blinds
And vertical lines
I spy her rarely
But daily I reason she must appear
Yet it would seem I’m distracted here
Pigeons perched precede the view
As she glances through the room
Closet doors swing I assume drawers hang as tails fan wings span they surge
Across the air reserved for my contemplation
The outcome is unknown
Minutes pass moments grow Discussed in my head the possible ways
That your time be employed during my day
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