A Perfect Design Poem by DR.GENNY ANDERSON

Four fingers
In the
Pocket
Of my pants
With my
Fast walk
High boots
Clacking
On the broken
Sidewalks.


My way to
With a patterned
Stone floor
Lined with
Books on
Self-help
And the
Poems

Of my narrow
Arched
Windows in a
Rounded wall.

The paint
On the
Outside
Form
Many layers
Many peelings
Here now on
A clear day.

When
Every detail
Every ornament of this
Convoluted
City is part of
A single line
Forming
A perfect
Design.


30 OCTO 1979