Thursday, March 22, 2012

poem


Walk In Closet


The chatter ebbs and flows throughout the day,

Hindi, Vietnamese and Quichean-

Mamean mainly, with a smattering of  

English, old muttering Chippewa boots,

pockets of cottony conversation

overlap along sectarian lines,

insularity bred of prevailing

organizational contingencies,

a caste system, shirts on top, pants below,

shoes occupying an outlying nook,

untouchable Gemini’s, words of

serene acceptance on their tongues, coded

rhythmic work songs, soulful spirituals sung

soft and low, even the chinos, if you

can believe it, picking up the tune, hung,

helpless, humming along despite themselves. 


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