Elevator beeps, people step in.
Doors close, people wait.
Elevators go up, people are silent.
Doors open, people step out.
Papers are shuffled. People are working.
Blinds are closed. People are concentrating.
Computers are on. People are typing.
Doors are closed. People are talking.
Her foot taps. She stands up.
Her blinds are shut. She pulls them open.
The rain is falling. She stares out the window.
The streets are crowded. She waits for quiet.
The rooftops are empty. She is alone.
Eyes closed, she sighs. Finally, she's able to breathe.
I can't decide if I like this poem. I wrote it when I was in New York City at the Millenium Hotel, looking out my window on the 37th floor. It was so cool because you could see all of the people on the streets as well as the little gardens and chairs that people had set up on top of the buildings. I wanted to write it about the rooftops, but it didn't go that way.
ReplyDeleteI think there are too many action verbs, but I like the idea of it.