Mr. Pound Comes Calling

I am in a library with wide and honest windows.
Pedestrians under inverted demispheres
splash by
and their toes shrivel in their shoes.

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P.M.

Two blue beads encapsulating liquid sleep
multiply
by three
and even flooded with this melatonin deluge
I gaze
faithfully
at the moon’s opalescent zenith.