La Journée

by Ioana Jucan

Ripe.
Riper.
Ripest.
Ripening.
Ripeningly.
Ripened.
Rip/Ready.

Ripe was the heel for stepping forward
never before touched by the asphalt
like a virgin
too shy
to speak.

Let loose into the world
after a night of un-sleep
his mind lost and found –
his uncertainties deep –
the feet
knew not whereto, whereto…

Tick tick tick tick
Tick tick tack
Tick tack tick tack
Tick tick tack.

The door opens
onto the world.
Like a man of the world
Aspiring to be of this world –
he opens onto the world
like a flower.

Greet. Meet. Eat
with shy and excited others
in overcrowded vicinities.

The proximity of the breath/ felt on his cheek/ in a breathing spell/ enables him/
to recharge his batteries./
Tense though he is/ he feels/ ready to swing/ in the ring.

But
prominent
heels
get
stepped
on.

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