PICKUP

Pickup/the first glance

(by: leah goldstein 12.1.09)

A rake am I, with wandering eye

And emerald glinting glare

Who teeters on the glassy edge

Of your discerning stare

Fixed forward, equine blinders on

(Or so I’ve set the scene)

The oppressed inherently posses

Gifts of Periphery

The sweeter one, who rests inside

Succumbs to the coarse tongued dealing

She floats upon her memories

And watches from the ceiling

The sickly smiling remains

Conjure their harbinger

Hold differently shaped glasses

Delicately in their fingers

A whisper breeze behind the ear

The flutter-combs beat gently

To remind the time was near

For trapping urban Gentry

My gaze was still for one, two, three

A pupil’s shutter captured

The filtered light and negatives

One is buried here, enraptured.