do a few minutes really make an hour?
a few hours, a day?
in the revolving door, the panes reflect Light
and images of people walking through
flashes of buildings and streets
all collect on the glass for anyone to see
they bend into each other like a hall of mirrors
recognizable in themselves, yet blurred with one another
yet the reflections do not show everything
random pictures shot from corners and floors
painting the sheer panes
and mostly we do not even notice
this parade of representations
that can strike the noticing eye
we just simply walk through
onward for what? to move through
in as an efficient way as possible
to get to the other side...
