windy nights
oh chicago,
these last dregs of summer make you loose and wild.
and when the last bit of sun to grace your shores is drunk down,
little can be done.
up-does come down; connections cold spark whitehot
and time slips evenly away as the condensation drips from your glass.
tangles of conversation mingle with hands in tangled hair
and tangles turn to tumbles, tumbles to tongues
and tongues to this single moment.
shimmy shimmy bounce. 1:09 AM, of course.
all the doors to the bars break open and people spill onto the sidewalks
and the streets, where all private moments become aggressive, light and public:
good friends not yet through dancing; packed porches bathed in light; many feats of jaywalking; secret smiles traded fast; cab; pocketbook; cab; dance of the pocket-check for phone/wallet/keys.
six million tiny vignettes at storefront stages,
my bike and i, we catch a couple dozen or so, perform a few and turn to home,
full, weary and wet.
these last dregs of summer make you loose and wild.
and when the last bit of sun to grace your shores is drunk down,
little can be done.
up-does come down; connections cold spark whitehot
and time slips evenly away as the condensation drips from your glass.
tangles of conversation mingle with hands in tangled hair
and tangles turn to tumbles, tumbles to tongues
and tongues to this single moment.
shimmy shimmy bounce. 1:09 AM, of course.
all the doors to the bars break open and people spill onto the sidewalks
and the streets, where all private moments become aggressive, light and public:
good friends not yet through dancing; packed porches bathed in light; many feats of jaywalking; secret smiles traded fast; cab; pocketbook; cab; dance of the pocket-check for phone/wallet/keys.
six million tiny vignettes at storefront stages,
my bike and i, we catch a couple dozen or so, perform a few and turn to home,
full, weary and wet.