With but a little light tug on a string
and thirty slats of a blind are maneuvered
to determines how the sun will shine here
behind a great bay window –
our bay window that actually faces a bay.

All this power within a modest hand
that requires no electronics to affect the changes.

It just needs a little pull.

The only problem is that:
so often when you wish to make the changes
you are comfortably held by a recliner
that resents intrusions.

I am confident that some genius
has already solved or will soon solve
this serious situation.

That I will come into this power
before my long life ends
remains to be seen.

But surely there will be beneficiaries
before this century passes on.

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