Someone is wearing brown shoes.
Ones that look like
penny loafers, ones that look like
blue shoes. Beige slacks and scrubs
lifted and carried them into new
shoes, and there are a million shoes
coming in and out
the revolving doors.
flickers and illuminates
into busy back-up binds
that throw up into
Plasters of plastic white-on-white
skin. With small detailed letterings
of a label, a label, and
numbers... with a finger that
beckons you to,