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Revolving Doors

by Maureen Glaude

never been fond of
revolving doors
dizzying circles
of disorientation
where in meets out
simultaneously
and one must guestimate
when to enter the spin
in perfect-timed step
keep the pace just right
watch out for the rush
of another person
coming the opposite way

keep in slotted sequence
one person per quarter
pushing the turnstile
slave ponies at the fair

if you’re not careful
a wall of rotating glass
slaps you in the face
and knocks you to your exit

the single unit of mechanism
hinged on a simpler principle
and traffic flow
more hospitable for me

if people were meant to be twirled about
like whirling dervishes
we'd all be tops

04/04/2004

Posted on 04/04/2004
Copyright © 2024 Maureen Glaude

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 04/05/04 at 04:48 PM

Excellent analogy of how others come into and leave our lives, then sometimes return, some faster than others, at depressing, dizzying speed.

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