IN THE HEART OF THE CITY

I lean heavily against the large window.
of a small lingerie shop.
In this area, everything is larger than life.
Sheer glass walls with little marks on,
to warn the unwary. Gilded mirrors, that reflect,
the unwary, and tiles as shiny as the lips, and eyes,
of the plaster models.

I can't keep up with the frantic pace of the city.
where does the crowd go to? What will they do,
when they get there? When will they return?
Is it such a crime if one who doesn't  go or come back,
in the same way, or at the same frantic pace?
It would seem it is.

Tushie   1974