In the sky
Powder blue gelato air
The kindest cut
In the street
Outside the window
People with little money
clothes washed to a shapeless comfort
In the shop windows
disposable garments
heels so high they appear correctional, quasi limbs missing from birth or accident.
Outside the window
The birds on the large green field, evenly spaced, a mix of marine and terrestrial, sizes and colours
As they lift and resettle their collective movement reprints a complete pattern
again and again.
Inside the window
The young man stretches
pushes his chair back off its front legs
raises his arms above his head, revealing a bare midriff
a kitten's lets play
but as they all do
he catches himself
shuts up shop
bumps suddenly forward.
He has the ice blue eyes of a young narcissus gazing intrigued and aroused
sickened by all that is not him
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