in the other window
there’s a tall metal tower
thin and silver
a chimney in the sun
it’s still
it’s not waving
it’s ignoring me
i’ve never said
anything nasty
about chimneys
well
not about silver chimneys
taller than towers
i might have been rude
about brick chimneys
that collapse
where i walk
but never about
silver chimneys
does it know
if it knows
are chimneys that close–knit
is that why it’s ignoring me
why it’s not waving
chimneys are clearly
precious little beasts
trying to occasionally
kill passers–by
where i will pass by
and ignoring me
when they should be waving
like those trees