White Sky

An ancient business
A modern piece of glasswork
Down on the corner that
You walk each day in passing
The elderly sales clerk won't eye us with suspicion
The whole immortal corporation's given its permission.

A little stairway
A little bit of carpet
A pair of mirrors that are facing one another
Out in both directions
A thousand little Julia's
That come together in the middle of Manhattan.

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once.

Around the corner
The house that modern art built
a house for modern art to keep it out the closets
The people who might own it
The sins of pride and envy
And on the second floor The Richard Serra Skatepark.

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once.

Sit on the park wall
Ask all the right questions
"Why are the horses racing taxis in the winter?"
Look up at the buildings
Imagine who might live there
Imagining your Wolfords in a ball upon the sink there.

You waited since lunch
It all comes at once.