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Itís on these days of summer storms,
of violent and intermittent rain,
which make the office draw together
in an atavistic clan
beneath the skylightsí wild, world-destroying clamour,
that you write flirtatious notes
and I reply
lent fragile licence
by the vast, unmannered outpouring of weather.

We seldom speak.
Are more alike
on days like these
than either would acknowledge.

Dark-blonde, dark-tanned,
all joints and cheekbones,
something in your easy, loose-limbed stride
is primitive, and thus arresting.
(Perhaps because you never work in shoes -
a fact I find obscurely touching,
as your feet pad past my desk,
in silent socks - a feral cat,
an unshaved Buddhist.)
You watch my legs, in turn
in office skirt and kitten heels,
and we accept
a mutual animal aesthetic.

Later on
you will put on your shoes
and head out
to buy drinks
for the gorgeous blonde
who waits for you,
in a nearby bar,
entirely civilized,
unruffled by the weather.

While Iíll remove my heels;
don waterproofs,
and rendered thus
invisible
without my legs,
within the storm,
Iíll cycle home.



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The following comments are for "Bipedalism"
by MobiusSoul

polyamorous pedaling
Caitlin,
..instincts of chance

mundane made interesting..

salut!

( Posted by: Bobby7L [Member] On: July 18, 2011 )

Bipedalism
Nice poetic snapshot.

( Posted by: jonpenny [Member] On: July 18, 2011 )

Bobby, Jonpenny
Bobby, Jonpenny

Thank you both for your comments.

I'd been reading George Bilgere - he's excellent at the understated reportage style ('mundane made interesting', as you put it) - and since I hadn't been writing in ages, I thought I would give it a go.

Turns out, it's harder than it looks: this feels a bit shabby to me, and may eventually get an overhaul. (Whereupon, of course, it may lose whatever it currently has, like an over-worked watercolour. It was anticipating this that prompted me to post it 'raw'...)

( Posted by: mobiussoul [Member] On: July 19, 2011 )

don't touch it!
Sometimes, and this is one of them, that a moment can be lost if it's messed with. I was immediately drawn in with thoughts of when a minor earthquake made a large bang at the Union hall and I rushed out to the front to reassure Debbie [who's from the prairies] that no truck had rammed into the building and it was just a mild shifting of terra not so firma.

I thought of endearing qualities of Jerry Ryan who loved me dearly, as I him, in a mutually comrade sort of way and relished my reverie.

I thought about the gawdawful coffee we slurped when hot was all that mattered.

Hell, even the copy machine was given a fond nod in my Union hall [only time I've ever worked in 'that' sort of office].

Many thanks for reminding me about the pleasant ambience instead of the normal heartbreaking agony that usually haunts me about that time.

( Posted by: Pen [Member] On: July 19, 2011 )

office-mates and earthquakes
Thanks Pen. Iím not an office person either (current job is both novel and temporary). So I too find it weird - that fragile office camaraderie, born of the enforced proximity of daily routines, even if oneís life has nothing in common with that of oneís colleagues; even if youíve never had a real conversation with each other.

The coffee has not improved (although, in a publisherís HQ, the copy machine is astoundingly high-tech!).

( Posted by: mobiussoul [Member] On: July 19, 2011 )

Lovely to see you again
Very nice piece. I'm a huge fan of what I call "moment poems." The examination of what may be called mundane... but which is actually the real meat of the world; the marrow of our minds.

Big, flashy, honkin' events are too loud and raw to really mine for soul, I think. They are obvious and primary-colored.

These moments... a co-worker in socks, biking home in the rain... just marvelous.

I might suggest that you actually draw in a little tighter. I'm about to pass out, but I'll try to come back with more of a line-by-line soon.

Thanks for sharing.

( Posted by: andyhavens [Member] On: July 21, 2011 )





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