CURTAINS
by Duane Locke
The curtains closed their eyes,
The room vanished.

The curtains opened their eyes,
The room came back.

Looking around the room,
I saw I was alone.

I begged the curtains to close their eyes.
The curtains nodded their heads "No."

I put blindfolds around all the curtain's eyes,
But the room did not vanish.

© 2000 by Duane Locke
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Duane Locke, Doctor of Philosophy in Renaissance Literature, Professor Emeritus of the Humanities, Poet in Residence at University of Tampa for over twenty years, publisher of over 2,000 poems in over 500 print magazines such as American Poetry Review, Nation, Literary Quarterly, Black Moon, and Bitter Oleander, author of 14 books of poems, cyber-poet with over 400 acceptances by online zines, photographer, listed in PSA's WHO'S WHO as one of the top twenty nature photographers, painter, currently having a one-man show of over 30 paintings at the Pyramid gallery in Tampa, winner for poetry of the Edna St. Vincent Millay, Charles Agnoff, and Walt Whitman awards, now lives alone and isolated in the sunny Tampa slums. He lives estranged and as an alien, not understanding the customs, the costumes, the language, some form of postmodern English, of his surroundings. His recreational activities are drinking wine, listening to old operas, and reading postmodern philosophy.
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