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.