Chicago Summer

Heated streets

Dense air clasped

Onto the nape of the neck

Settling down

As the sunlight reigns down

An easy breeze

Of of Lake Michigan’s


Sunglasses in tote

While the darkness

Of winters now quite



Long Breaks

Long breaks

Is what it takes

To reconnect

With the words

That can be off

Or correct

Up in the woods

Or down flat on the deck

Taking these breaks

Is what makes

Me keep coming back

Credibility Crisis

Crisis of numbers

Crisis of names

Fumbled the words

Distracted and tame

How to recover from

A case of public doubt

Lean back

Don’t scream and shout

Back to the well-written word

Artistry of presentation

One can return

With no hesitation

Baltic Summer

A studio in the shore ditch of


A fresh sea

On the coast of Chicago

As the summer rolls up

Its sleeves

Bringing more heat tomorrow

On a ledge

Cut from fresh grasses

And hedges

The summer rolls on

And wrinkles my shirts


The Priority Capital

When the Cherry blossoms bloom

Up into the sky around the capital

A new season sets upon

Weary souls

Holding hope for the priority


To push through the papers

And represent the people

From whom they are selected

And they owe all

Without them

They never would have been elected

The Migration Ritual

From the bed

To the kitchen

Coffee hand ground

Through the waterfalls

Into a cup bound

Freshly filling the edges

With a glass of refreshment

A morning migration

To day

From sleep

Relying on a Lone Sensor

Why did you do it

To save a dollar

To print another penny

Way up in a high rise

While real people lose

Their lives

Hoping for a miracle

When all of this was preventable

Lone sensors

Lone people to