William Matthews - Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, MassachusettsWilliam Matthews - Sunday Alone In A Fifth Floor Apartment, Cambridge, Massachusetts
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The Globe at the door, a jaunt
to the square for the Sunday Times.
Later the path you made has healed,
anyone may use it. A good day
for a fire. Fast clouds tug
their moorings of rain, bent
like a wet field in the wind.
It`s almost dusk when you look out,
the sun falling, visible
beneath the curds of clouds.
Open the window. It`s like leaving
the door to the shower stall open.
A draft and a few bars
from the Linz Symphony wend
in, like an exact crack in a damp wall
of white noise, the dial tone, the breathing
of sleepers, the dub-dub of a car`s left
tires smattering the manhole cover
on Ware St. The music of others
is almost enough, but you can put on
a record to be sure, to make you want
to dance late in the day
in a light that seems to come from inside
the cloud bellies, like the rash that breaks out
just below the skin over a woman`s breasts
as orgasm comes on, and on, and goes.
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