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 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
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
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
Empire spirit
In the New York City skyline
All the way down 10th
And the wooded skyline
A spirit that resides
In my heart
Well past the moments
When from the city
Which I depart
Holding up my head
Teaching me where my feet go
And what direction I am led
For one only leaves the city
To achieve a higher calling
For the empire spirit goes past
When memories don’t last
Is there space on the bus
Moving in one straight line
In space and time
All along
While the bell rings
From the yellow line
All the way down the roads
As the old chains creek and pull
The linear bus and its passengers
Freewheeling
At last
Such a lonely job
With a short description
A round sad face
In a Rockwell exhibition
With tears at the computer
And no real sign of life
In his eyes
Just trying to make the call
Get by
With a new promotion or design
Thinking now of how to resign
With dignity and praise
For these are his final days
Reasonable Christmas
With a happy start
With minds open
To the lines read from the sky
Happy friends and family
In great consultation
Avoiding politics
Or resignation
For a meager celebration
Hands together
For its a reasonable Christmas
Given the weather
The course bank
Amongst the ranks
Of the young and old
Playing it up straight
Holding on hold
The debts owed
To the course bank
In time repaid
Or confiscated
When the winners lose
And the other waited
Pigeon gains
Importing new clothes
And merchants
On the shores of Lake Michigan
In the December cold
All around the city
I’m told
The talk of the merchandise
Pigeons
They are on the news
Heard of the businessmen rats too