There was a growl and a hum and i wondered
what day would bring.
The soft-toed slippers boarded the plank
and queued like no other species she'd seen.
If for a moment her eyes were held by
a brightly coloured scarf -
or hat -
it made her feel as if something could still be done.
The smell was nothingness, sterile plastic
with top notes of ozone.
The elevators made a mess of things
and all around (including the floor
and the chair she approached with caution)
was
white.
8/2/2011
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