At Noon
the long-legged shadow woman
strode
then suddenly stopped
and waited
to be dissolved in darkness
where she could peel away
her black stockings
to reveal and revel
in her naked invisibility
and dance without limitations
of time or dimension
dream beyond the flat surfaces
which so often held her form
forcing conformity
to their inclination
desire the depth of rounded space
orbits of multidirectional light
shadowless and radiant
sleep past sunrise
past crepuscular commutes
past foggy ferry horns
waking at noon and dressing
extravagantly
in faux fur and frills
a feathered fedora
striped stockings
Converse All Stars high topped and rainbow
then no longer waiting
stepped out into bright light
and no longer stopping
departed and did not look back
Devon Brock
Fri 26th Jul 2019 10:52
Adam, I don't think this poem needs punctuation. It has a great rhythm that will stall if punctuated. This is just my opinion, of course. "Converse All-Stars high topped and rainbow". Dang Brutha! This poem moves seamlessly through flat societal expectations to an exuberant throwing off of shackles. I could see her flipping the bird and whistling down the way. So does this poem and it's title work? Yep.
D