from our adjacent doors
the long concrete sill
good for leaning on, looking out
the two of us not saying much
gazing down at the loading dock
the dumpsters, drain, empty boxes
the postal van in its postal slot
the $40,000 Ferrari in its
handicapped slot, the pile of
long cream-colored plastic pipes
stacked along the wall, their ends
a cluster of black holes. “Watch
the pipes,” says John. We watch;
after a while emerges a kitten.
2023 Jacqueline Jackson
This article appears in Repurposing MacMurray Hall.
