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29 May 2011

there, across the water


there
across the water
all the right angles
gathered
in a manufactured
miasma
numbers stacked
like buttresses
each window
a portrait
each
towerblock
a gallery
the way he drags his pen
across the paper
that zen like place
he floats to
in the copy room
listening
to the whir and churn
like a small engine
the warmth
of each
thick stack he carries
to the comb
binder
the boat
and the bridge
there to tease
to tussle
he pulls
on the anchor of his day
as if to say
lets go
lets
just
leave
across the water

offered as part of One Shot Sunday care of One Stop Poetry, photograph by Scott Wyden

9 comments:

Javthompson said...

Wonderful Cat - I can see him daydreaming in the copy room. I've done it myself many times. Well done!

Brian Miller said...

when do we leave? totally wanting out of the copy room...smiles.

Christine said...

sometimes I need to hide in the copy room, there is no boat for me to use to get across the water right now.

liv2write2day said...

This is so good. That zen-like place he floats to in the copy room. Just brilliant images of work life in the big city. Spare me!

jgavinallan said...

Your imagery is incredible. Such a small ara that stretched to the sky and so crowded. So incredible. A safe place to hide.

wonderful

Jaye

ayala said...

Cool.....

JL Dodge said...

Love this !!
we all day dream, be it in the copy room or not !
Fun to read, thank you !

dustus said...

Can relate to this one, and like the lines...
"all the right angles
gathered"
great use of language—expresses a love for writing.

Helena said...

Wonderful imagery...enjoyed your write ~.^