Feb/08

18

Fresh from school

On a day when the wallpaper shone
preferable tones of uniform blue
green and the hottest white
I was walking

Even though the natives of this town might agree
that this alone should inject a fluid sense of serenity within me
time was rupturing

and the most outstanding feeling
was not unlike when you are going about your day
and coincidentally you approach an acquaintance

A light of recognition grows upon their face
which you attempt to imitate
they begin to wave a little
kindling affection

You realize they were looking
through you at the man
now brushing past your shoulder

You recoil from your peak
just before plummeting
to the rise of the sidewalk crack
your collected shell disassembles
entropic seabirds startle

Pausing at the overpass
I fish a pebble from my shoe

I throw rocks from above
a sign that illustrates such
(except it should look accidental)
beside the highway
buses substitute ladders and sometimes hoses
incandescent eyes follow
crates of chickens buckled in truckloads
where a body a vehicle

Feathers and fires fan
stretchers and cameras summoned
bodies shudder
Help is on the way

In my periphery an officer’s shadow interrupts the scene
He firmly grabs my shoulder lulling
It is not tomorrow yet
today I notice all the houses
built of brick.

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