Venetian Blinds

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.

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