When I was ten my windows
overlooked a city alley.
I opened blinds at night
to see headlights reflect
in the neighbor’s garage roof.
Instead of sheep I counted
headlights dancing up
Venetian slats like angels
climbing Jacob’s ladder.
When I was ten my windows
overlooked a city alley.
I opened blinds at night
to see headlights reflect
in the neighbor’s garage roof.
Instead of sheep I counted
headlights dancing up
Venetian slats like angels
climbing Jacob’s ladder.
