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[Jinxy]

Leaning from a city window
absorbing heavy October sunset, clouds apricot and wool,
leaning far out to grasp traffic lights, cars and substantial people
(a Diesel truck bruises my heart in passing)
leaning far out, far out, till the wind is an arm at my back,
is a paratrooper sergeant. I'm out!
See how the pavement recieves me, shatters me,
see all my life spread in glittering shards on the cool cement,
glittering fragments of traffic lights, of sunset reflect.
Now the girls from the factory grind me beneath their sharp heels.
I am a sparkle of powdered glass on the sidewalk,
a smear of frost. Now a boy scuffs his toe and whirls me to air.
I am frost cystals, seperate and dazzling.
I disseminate, claim all the city for my various estate.
Bidding myself farewell, I ride a stenographer's eyelash,
enter the open collar of a labourers coat
and nest in the warm mat of hair at the base of his throat
and carousing above the street
ride like a carnival the wild loops of light in a neon sign.

Leaning from a City Window - Pat Lowther, 1968