A Cooling Off
candelabrum jewelled,
my neighbor fingers flames snuffed
out on perfumed sticks
candelabrum fueled,
I'm jilted once it's tilted
waxing my toupee
bug-eyed reflective,
buffed elevator floor wax,
I fume toward the roof
comfort yields its flight
a high-rise where pigeons peck
seedy sunsets bald
hairs on end build up
this evening, winds race gray clouds
whipped in lightning streaks
candle-smoky clouds,
timers light the streets with lamps
sizzling in fresh rain
it's time my neighbor
walks to work, construction
stops across the street
she's left the lobby
dodging high-rise run-offs, drains,
and piped in drizzles
six stories above
her, we're disengaged as two,
frail, neighborly bursts
pierced rain seems to wane
her glance up, glanced off walls,
dropping floor to floor
a walled-in pipe thumps
still, my elevated wall
faces cement trucks
mannequin hard hats
switch off a rotating tank
and wolf-whistle her,
my draped petrichor,
billows stirred up what it can
of bug spray's ledge dust
Copyright © Barthwell Farmer | Year Posted 2022
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