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Through Slatted Blinds

Jul. 21, 2013
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It’s the lined paper on your grade school desk,


your ABCs and primary numbers scratched out


as best you can and it’s the geometry of life too.


Don’t things run parallel most of the time, don’t


they run side by side, shoulder to shoulder, or am


I naive to feel we’re all on the straight and narrow?


It’s dawn after an all-night snow, the cardinal sits


on the pine branch as if posing for a holiday card.


If I bend the slats gently I can see the big picture.



 from the chapbook Through Slatted Blinds, Milwaukee 2013




Barbara Wuest has published poems in Wisconsin Academy Review, The Paris Review, Laurel Review, The Cape Rock, Cincinnati Poetry Review, CrossCurrents, Dogwood, Wind, Beloit Poetry Journal, First Things, Writers’ Journal, CrossCurrents and others.

She has an MFA in Creative Writing Poetry:  University of California, Irvine


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