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The Poet Tries To Do Her Taxes 

By Dorothy Johnson-Laird

I wait for a taxi on Lexington Avenue
It is early morning, gentle sunlight, I look downtown
From the slit of one eye I see a building

She shimmies awake under the sky
Apart from the other buildings  
Her silver swirls spiral up

I stare at her - a glimmer of light
As workers speed by,  faces pressed near their bicycles 
Holding onto the handles with clenched tight hands 

They swerve at death defying angles
And do not notice her as they drive 

On their individual missions to make that morning meeting 
To clock in on time at 9, 9:15, ticking, ticking 
Sudden shifting time 

Above me, this skyscraper stands distinct from the others 
With her art deco curves and height
She is a tower of beauty in the sky 

Below, people rapid type on their phones  
Clutching these objects to them as if nothing else matters
Fingers lost in a race of keys, text messages, quick fixes

They bolt down the avenue as if afraid to slow down
Know deep breaths, the space of silence 

All grace in architecture invisible to them

Quick past the old buildings with their 1920s doors 
Past the Noguchi sculpture on Rockefeller Plaza 
With its stainless steel newspaper men leaning out from the wall in all directions 

Forget slowing down, forget taking these shapes in
New Yorkers do not linger


Let the tourists do their sightseeing
Let them stand in the middle of the street and stare 
With nowhere else to go, no future design

For a few moments, I pause and dream as if I too were from a small town 
Visiting New York for the first time 
And had never seen a skyscraper before

How tall she is above, glistening in the sun 
An innovator in high-strength steel
She arrived before the Empire State and MetLife buildings 

In this moment, the Chrysler welcomes the sun 


White clouds surround this solitary treasure


About the Author:

Dorothy Johnson-Laird is a poet and social worker who lives in New York City.  She received an M.F.A in creative writing from Sarah Lawrence College.  Dorothy also has a passion for African music. She has published music journalism with www.afropop.org and www.worldmusiccentral.org.  Recent poems appeared in Aji, Cantos, Pomona Valley Review, and Pedestal Magazine, among others. Her poems also appeared in the anthology, “Alchemy and Miracles: Nature Woven Into Words.” More of Dorothy’s poetry can be found at: https://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100083698660157

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