Fountain Stairs

I forgot my book
at the fountain stairs
at a chapter on symmetry
nobody cares
and I had a smoke
while I traced the squares
put my finger to concrete
felt the autumn air
When I look around
I can feel it spinning
feet on the ground
head on the ceiling
Sun on my shirt
sweat on my hands
all falling in retrograde
cancel all my plans
and I had to look
at the marching band
skip across the pavement
nobody’s there
When I look around
I can feel it spinning
feet on the ground
head on the ceiling