Lazy rain
On a Monday
New Year’s Eve
Hours away
Bring the fresh start
Without the clouds
Doing their part
Come new year
In due time
Start again
Feeling fine
Lazy rain
On a Monday
New Year’s Eve
Hours away
Bring the fresh start
Without the clouds
Doing their part
Come new year
In due time
Start again
Feeling fine
When the Des Plaines and Illinois Rivers
Meet
Headed to the Mississippi
There is a pace
Nestled on the shores
Of Lake Michigan
Black building scraping the sky
Leaning back
On the windy side
At the bed of the river
Lies mysteries
And long live series
Notes and pens
Float at the riverbed
Years of passing through a city’s heart
And in all of our heads
When the three rivers make one
And down stream it flows
Through Chicago
New Years Sky
New York City
Bustling streets
Everyday dreams
On the streets
Lifted up to
Empire high
Ever upwards
And continually so
Feeling the New Years glow
The seaboard
Bustles in the east river
East of the Manhattan bustle
In Brooklyn
Memories
Of these sights
Pass through
My mind
On a morning
In Indiana
The western coffee cup
Above the border
Where the wind is mild
And peaceful
Where the palms
Sway late into the night
Los Angeles
Abounds
When the western coffee cup
Is had west of town
Coffee gallery
Of beans
From all over the world
One cup
One whirl
Spring water
Fresh through the grounds
Can be found
In any town
Coffee gallery with a view
To see the beauty of golden hues
Acidity
Acute courage
Lingering verbiage
Subservient against
The grain
Go
Getter
In a time of full blown fear
Tearing at our hearts
And minds
Acute courage is needed
In the thickest of weeds
So that the strong can truly
Be
The trees save us
Deliver us from our
Own perils
As we fall prey to
The toxins
We emit everyday
A tree
Can save us
As it has before
Growing from the ground floor
Taking us under its shade
Please save us trees today
A rotten destiny
Filled with blasphemy
Blaming infamy
Of tyranny
On the everyday man
And woman
Even
And odd
But when people die
Not even the truth can imply
That responsibility is ours
Behind these bars
I scream
Bravery and shutdown
The juxtaposition
Of nature’s
Vs
Nurture
How our composure
Is tested
For our future
Are we brave
As we brace
For the changes
Of a slowing race
You tell me