The last sign post hangs

Quietly as the man

Weathered and draped in shadows

Passes through

Breathing softly but intentional

Take the wind as it comes

The road as it turns

We all take roads

Turning and wild

From the place

That we call

Our home

A milestone of life

Four decades in

With a few loses

And many wins

The time rolls like the train

On the track

Bound for the summer sun

Of the western shores

To take in the moments

Is to take in the world that is

I have made it here and I

Celebrate

To be here

Again

Pull the inspiration

From those things that which

Need very little duration of attention

The cactus in the ground

In the Sonoran desert

From these limbs grows life

Tested and true

Under the desert skies so pale and blue

To take up the thought to become

Better is to see the life as good

Through the eyes of a cactus flower

In the spring

In Scottsdale

Upon the shores

A town of bustling sounds

Hard times

In the city of winds

Taken down with the

Desires of the few

To crush the many

But there is a beauty

In a national treasure

That makes the city of Chicago

Upon the shores of Lake Michigan

Lies a beauty

That needs repair

The winter extends a few more weeks

On account of the Northern front

Blowing down

Into the streets of Chicago

Lakeshore bustles with

Brimming cars

Cutting each other off and honking

In the absence of stars

To take the wind will be a

Story to tell of a winter

Extended beyond the spring

Bell

Blistering ignorance

On full display

In the corridors of lies

Lays

The filthiest of beings

Existing to extinguish others

Fleeing

From the truth

And the light

So take a moment today to reflect

What is good

What is decent

What is natural the way of life

And go that direction

Division in grand

Is the plan

Never mind the stand

Of the politicians

There is no hope

In a place where no one goes

No light to be found

No light on the ground

So blindly we walk

Next to each other

Never to know each others

Presence

In past or future tense

Tense

The bread and circus is our reality

We will never be

Free

The lie

Or the liar

Underneath the layers

Tells the futile truths

But what is truth without response

Without the dignity of light

And recognition

Have we fallen asleep wishing

We were a better humanity

On this earth

Rather the flower that falls over sick

Has ruined the lot

Taking back the earth

In a ink stained blot

To catch a lie

Or the liar

Just bring us the truth

No ambition or anger

Just the stagger

Of life

As the effects of age

Ravage the body

So the world will only know

Soon

A memory

So to turn to the clouds

And prepare the heart for the

World without a loved on

In the future of life