Monday, May 19, 2008


Would the swallows hear
the shatter of eggs as they
fell from the nest?

I wondered as I lay prone
on the hard concrete sidewalk
in the middle of downtown
Chicago, because they said
if you lay there in front of that
particular building, you'd see it.
The parabolic curve looming
over you, was the only way
to capture the illusion.

Just the way you loomed over me
there was only one perspective.
Flat on my back - your form an arc,
such architectural strategy.
Everyone else just shoes and legs -
but hey, a girl has to get up
at some point - astonished
by the directrix of the view.

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