Showing posts with label bar codes. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bar codes. Show all posts

Thursday, April 28, 2022

Bar Codes

 (revised)


Draperies: and some  folds

bunch together. A tired merchant

tugs them across a whole

window  to hide from retail.


On that day rain came straight

down then wind drove it

into mountains like harp-string

nails. We grew desperate for sun.


Was the wall in that baked town

painted white at first, with black

stripes added later? Or black

first, white lines later?


From my roasting room across

the street, I watched black-and-

white TV. It was a documentary

on geometric zebras. 

Friday, March 9, 2018

Bar Codes

Draperies, and some of the folds
bunch together. The merchant
has pulled them across the whole
window in order to hide from customers.

Rain came straight down that day.
At the same time, wind plowed
it into mountains like harp strings.
We were desperate for beauty.

Was the wall in that baked town
painted white at first, with black
stripes added later? Or black
first, white lines later?

From my roasting room across
the street, I kept asking such
questions in my stupor,
in my visitor's defeat.


hans ostrom 2018