we have sat on walls suspended
above black text in white boxes
explaining who what when and why
for where is of little relevance since
amongst the walkers, beneath eyelash-ed layers of encrusted time is a quiet sight to still a surrealist eye
and prompt spiraling exhalations of desire
is achieved only when the view is accepted as larger than the perspective allows
are a triptych of primary colors streaking at geometric we’s to disturb a languishing natural repose acquired through reflecting in a mirror.
We are a gallery built in looks themed ‘a moment’s notice.’
*note: this is the third in a series of six poems written in and about New York.
all photos taken by the amazing Rachelle Tai