First the blind was down

First the blind was down

Then up

Until with a slap

It came down again

Was it pulled

Or did it fall

Blinking

A blind eye

Turned out to the world

Who knows

It may have been communication

Perhaps the house is sentient

Containing life

Even when empty

House walls are steeped

In expressed emotion

Where does it go

When there is no one

At home

Smiling down on me

From the other side

Of the bamboo

Wearing a bland expression

Unreadable

Devoid of expectation

Demanding attention

With an absence of intent

Content to sit

Awaiting entrance

To bring new life

Perhaps it will blink

In surprise

At the intrusion

Wink in delight

As the screams of little children

Tickle its fancy

Close up tight

To protect anonymity

Of all who enter

And some who don’t

After all

Who is being overlooked

By whom

And if there is no one at home

Now the removal van has gone

Who put on the light?

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