I believe this makes me a regional poet. Grafton street is the downtown pedestrian-only shopping district, also where I work. Lots of tourists, lots of street musicians, although I do not address these aspects here.
Undressing Mannequins on Grafton Street
Her left arm reaches round the waist—she pulls
the cashmere cardigan off blended wool;
she wrests the suede purse from the elbow,
unbuckles senseless trousers, with no help
from the passive, blank-faced statuette.
They will not budge, these stoic animals,
nor bend a knee to step into a shoe.
Until they finally stand nude behind
the glassed-in storefront, making no more sense
than they once did when they were fully clothed.
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dos puntos para ti.
nice iambic pentameter! when'd you have time to pull this off?
On my half-hour break from work.
(And a couple hours in the middle of the night)
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