Three things flew out a window

In a crowd of stiff black and grey suits
I stopped and surveyed the scene
Of bobbing heads on clicking heels
Shoulders bumping and careening
In the middle of this I stood

No smiles on greyish faces
Eyes cast down from the sun
And because I stopped and looked
My eyes all did shun
As I stood in the middle

The sun did not touch us here
Instead light bounces off facades
Until a diffused presence finally reaches us
Bereft of warmth and feeling
I stood bereft of feeling

Three things flew out a window
Ten floors above our heads
I caught their path as I raised my eyes
Searching out the sun
I stood still but my eyes followed

One fell quite quickly
Heavy with little resistance
And as it dropped no-one saw
No-one but me
I saw it to be a shoe

Then in the crowd a yell and movement
A man was on his knees
Someone stopped to enquire
While most side stepped the action
He grimaced amongst ugly faces of grey

And still I stood in the middle
This made me stand out from the crowd
Though I dressed the part I acted not
As one should when going to work
Just me and a man on his knees

The second thing soon followed
Not as heavy but not as light as the third
It bounced off a windshield then onto the road
Then went unnoticed
A small box, black, velvet

I raised my eyes a third time
The third thing still descended
It went with the breeze and came again
Tantalised and waiting above me
One hand reaching I stood

Fingers closing the prize was mine
I flipped it and inspected
A Polaroid of a young couple
Faded, orange, diffused in light
Arms wrapped around the other

I stood amidst a thronging crowd
And waited eyes raised up
To a window high above the street
But nothing more I saw
As I stood I watched and wondered

Amongst a thronging crowd
Of greyish faces, eyes averted
Two young lovers met and embraced
Promising the other, believing
Themselves as much as the other

Yet it came to pass in a cruel descent
Witnessed by her or him and me
The hope they held so dearly
Now gone, their hearts now empty
As I stood amidst a greying scene

Three things flew out a window
Witnessed by naught but me
As I stood and watched a thronging crowd
In a pale and cold dawn light
As I turned and walked the other way

Three things flew out a window

Michael Douglass

Alexandria, Australia

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