Poetry For Our Time

Poetry heals the wounds inflicted by reason. -Novalis


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I can see into windows, into lives, in this moment that the cable car swings like a vine in this urban jungle
The moon is so bright tonight, a full spotlight on the individual scenes of humankind within the lego dormitory
Men and women sitting opposite each other on leather couches, talking about their day, one would presume
Or a mother fixing dinner as a young girl colors on the kitchen table
You admire the artwork hanging up in the abandoned apartments, with the lights left on to trick you into thinking that yes, someone is home
But no one is there. I can see that clearly.
In the summer you can witness rooftop yoga
Or rooftop reading
Or rooftop sex
You can see people exercising on treadmills, distinguish the sweat patterns on their grey t-shirts
On ground level, you can witness people with their dogs in the dog park, that phenomenon that exists only in large cities; that bordered off area for animals and that bordered off area only
Yes, you can collect images of all these peoples’ lives, down to the way the light glows on their faces from the TV late at night
Such intimate moments
In such quick passages of time


Written by TheUndomestic

February 13, 2009 at 3:30 pm

Posted in Uncategorized

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