Poetry ~ Reason ~ Hikooki
Hikooki
Poetry - Reason
Written by . Barnes!
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Thursday, 23 August 2001 00:06
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We file through the lobby

past guards

past cameras

into the revolving door, through and out

into the sun



The man in the tie is hit by the wind first

One step out, his suit blooms

he spins and crouches

turning to wait for some of his friends behind me

hunched,

laughing downwind to them

gray suit and red tie begging to fly


Pallid skin, gray brained, pale

my fingers hold the memory of paper clips

the wind rips into me so hard that I lean forward and laugh

my clothes plastered over me, hair gone crazy


Leaning in the sun

pure invisible force bends us

paperclips forgotten

we struggle to light our cigarettes

laughing to each other

goodbyes thrown downwind


Past the wind-slanted hedges

the girl at the transit stop fights to pull on her jacket

she twirls in her wind-pressed yellow dress

showing her lines, angular form, subtle volume

the dress kicking up over calves bent from the knees

her right arm out

clinging to her kite jacket.
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