one eye
casts its gaze

a venetian rises
to halfway

this boulevard
is under surveillance

a shutter
on the other side
opens it’s eye
to watch the lawns
and sidewalk

up the road
on a corner block
two paths meet
at a crossing

unblinking glass
watches both of them

roll up blinds
wind and release
their coded calls
communicate all is well
just here

is there disturbance
near the numbers
upon your street?

ah well
ah well
you never know
might be watching

© Frank Prem, 2017

Poem #06: hot one


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