Exposure In Black & White
after George Segal's Bus Riders & Richard Serra's Clara, Clara
Some time ago,
You thought you were just waiting
To pass through
On a certain street,
Parabolic trajectories
The name of which
Nearly touching
Still escapes you—
Would have been the best
But, in reality, a clearing
Situation or circumstance
Of the throat,
To bring us closer—
Or at least a gesture
Until the doors open,
Toward the ceiling
That is, of the vehicle
Which carries a reason
Whose walls we imagine to exist...
To curve toward one another.
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