Light through slatted blinds is supposed to be
all chiaroscuro, romantic, movie-like.
It should inspire smoking or the tipping of a hat,
but these office blinds divide a light too light for that
the gentle sing-song of your chat
portends no threat, or plot.
I know this scene frame by frame you see,
so while the light cuts your face pleasingly
nothing will be spilt here, but a little bit of tea
and some minor confidence.
It’s no basis for a film.