In the dusk
Of the spring day
When the work of bloom
Is hardly underway
Into the summer
With damp thick winds
There is a place
The world keeps
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
Under the moon at night
Gentle sway
Gentle light
Take me to the place
Serene and peace
To see
Where the Wildflowers Sleep
What would happen
From the teeth of time
Biting into memories
Aligned with
Hope or fear
Would I know
If time was coming up
From the rear
Would I be spared or laid bare
In the time I have to imagine
That I have done the most
I can
For if time had teeth
What would be the move
That the clock would ensue
Form me from the clouds
Of smoke
That billow from the wreck
To be born again
Not in perfection
Rather the most imperfect
Comes new life and
Understanding
Reborn from the wreckage
My soul
Jumps at the chance
To try and understand
That we can be born
Again
Everyday
Over the spring fields
Slow yields
Into the summer
But for now the harvest of silence
Is upon the lips of the
Long grass
And the trees
As the summer vamps
Up from the southern
Breeze
Why
Not here right now
The winters cold
And the summer breeze
The invisible
Sights
Bursting at the seams
From the heights of Chicago
To the depth of Lake Michigan
To start again
So my letter reads
That love will win
In the dire hour
Of what can be
Amidst the evening flurry
Of the stars and moon
Out calls the fox
And the cat
To sing the song for the sleepless
Not to comfort or to ease
But to place a note
In the midnight air
Upon the ears
Of all of those who
Hear
In the middle of the night
Driving through the evening
With the folding up of another day
The moon rose
So strangely
That the moon
Had become a stranger
To my own eyes
I could not understand the shape
Or form
As the night wore on
I could rub my eyes
Only to see a stranger ahead
In the depths of a cold winter
Off the shores of Lake Michigan
The piers of Chicago
Extend
Into the webs of ice
Blistering through the
Cracking of time
On the streets full of vibrant
Life with fires in the souls
Of everyone who knows
The days and nights
Of Chicago life
One moment away
Can be eternity
If the pieces fall
In the divide of time
Where even a minute is
Too late
To take the setback
Is to be bold and weary
Upon the arrival
Of another day
I’m late
Again
It what for
Who knows
The time flies
And my mind goes
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