Blue van tops slide outside the window,
where Boss, Gaulioses and West cigarettes
compete for attention,
and glasses stand racked in front of glass
between
inside and out.
Where the left hand, and another from the
right
press against the pane,
while Marko pauses from serving drinks
to read the morning paper.
Having stood before the window wearing
glasses too,
and speaking of logo's and no-logo's,
marketing thought,
making transparent that which hides behind
advertising.
In other words
separated by windows everyday,
the world drives by
-there goes another white Lada-
turning somewhere
from left to right.
So, we talk about writing, from left to
write,
and when someone comes along,
Marko returns to reading the paper
from left to right.
I look out onto the two way street,
some cars now passing by
from right to left
Expending the same fuel,
adding
to the mist
which smears this window view.
6/4/02