Suddenly by the window of a shop,
Where tiers of shoes march up their phantom steps,
Grabbing a rail, a passer-by will stop
To gain his balance in the vitreous depths.
And at the zoo, behind the dusty glass,
Wakening snakes are winding toward the light,
Rising spirals, tightening, beating, bright,
While slowly by the rapt pedestrians pass.
Serpents and shoes, armatures and skin,
The sets display their fit and fitness;
The streets sweep by some arbitrary witness
Past visions generated from within.