alexandra caufin

city file

that stormcloud
was off on
the horizon
we are walking towards it
and there is a wind
a change of season
blowing it here
march is a difficult month
for people, i am told.

 that stormcloud 
over our heads
rain on a patch of tin
on an elderly building
in front of us
we stop to watch


such quiet drops
on the window pane we walk by
and behind the window pane
a woman
an elderly woman tailoring pants
wearing a knitted cap, laughing
waving because
we are caught in the rain

the building beyond us
and its gradual wearing down
wind slipping beneath the paint
and pulling it from the cement wall
patched with tin
pieces of robin blue wet
and streaked with dirt
blowing around us 
falling to the ground like leaves

this stormcloud over us
this stormcloud
blow us to pieces
i am told
march is a difficult month

we’ve reached the building now
we listen to the rain
(watch the building)

the paint chips are
falling to a pile
blowing to pieces
at our feet.

  • 10 March 2011
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