“waiting for the bus”
Right here in this
city of motion
and deli smells
and much quipping,
a silence can
slant across the sidewalk.
This light is
wearing itself out in such glaring!
All the sound and
fury dazzles to a dead stop
for one stretched
moment of great puzzling.
I am become a tall
regent of unknown quality
between this great
light and its mystery play
upon surface where
feet are usually going,
always going
somewhere beyond yesterday.
But now the light
and this day have taken
the form of me,
cast it into a shocked mood.
I'm no longer
solid and in this wonder space
an
ecstasy spreading, phantoms falling into me.
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| photo by Regina Walker -- see Rubaru |
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