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UC STORAGE BUILDING
Standing on Shattuck Avenue,
Facing locked glass doors,
I glance upward at the metal awning, where,
Between tinny, tiny starfish,
Silvery octopus tentacles beckon.
Above the shiny, slithery coils,
Thin, tin, twisting reeds
Climb the white walls,
Three storeys, four, five?
Between the waving reeds, a
Giant sea horse prances,
Grinning metallic cheer at little fish,
Oblivious to the steely shark
Rounding the corner of Ward Street.
The building is sealed,
All windows covered,
Water-tight, dark.
Suddenly I understand.
We are submerged in
Underwater lives.
Treasures we stored for safety (we said)
On higher levels,
We can barely remember,
Having drifted down and down to
Settle on the bottom,
So long ago.
We scurry, crablike, through the
Restless traffic of senseless debris.
Once more I run my gaze up white walls.
A foot or two below the roof, a blue water line
Marks the beginning of open
Sky.
On the roof large birds perch, alert.
Their wings, spread for imminent take-off,
Reflect the sun like mirrors.
Their sharp, arrogant eyes peer downward,
Pierce through the murky waters, and
Judge me,
Prey not worth diving for.