five girls picnic on a balcony

eighth floor valley wall
in sea-apples     rosy-gold concrete

all doors are open everywhere

ceiling fans stir wind
breath
table laughter rough and close
 he is crazy she is
feeding sharks
 girls
lean out from your blanket

thin arms over balustrade, now
 you see those shining strips
 on the far side       on either side

 oh I know they're windows but
 I don't get how they go