Out the window
A new view
Of a city on the northern end
Sunswept USA
Cloudy holding pattern
On the skies of gray
Friends of one another
Iron clad stories conversations
Happy and sad
Feet popping out of sandals
Summer fires are now past due
Which leaves just me and you
In this cafe
Flipping crisp new pages
A delicate smell of expensive hand wash
Worn about the white room
Back on the open road soon
For now we swoon each other
With mellow mugged coffee to croon sweet into
The sun hides
Behind distant clouds
A shroud of cover
Of mist and dew
I stand firm on the land
My mind on you
Fall asleep to the sound
Of the fresh ocean
Inland bound
The Southern shore of Lake Michigan
Eyelids flutter a bit slower and softer
Mind easing into a simple place
No place on the face of this earth
As still and quiet as the southern shores
It’s a magical sleeping potion
On the shores of the fresh ocean
A run in
With the old hood
Unkept feelings brushing in
Like they should
Faces familiar and strange
Somehow the world spins
And the hood stays the same
The coffee is still sweet
With aroma swept out on the streets
I miss and fear this place
Staying in place
Erase time with a new perspective
With my heart strings
All interconnected
We left years ago
To leave behind
The fields of northeast Indiana
Without a plan
We left our lives here
Unchanged and untouched
By the hands of time
The bags are full
On the hardwood floors
My wife looks at me
“I’m not sure I can do this anymore”
Life is rough
Getting ready for the road
But when opportunity calls
We know no more
Than to go
Repair the wounds
And hope for a full room
The lessons we learned
The muscles we have conditioned
For a true living condition
And we push on
Oscar has no love for fraternities
On that note
Oscar’s love left him
When she was in a sorority
I guess she had different
Priorities
While the majority of the US
Has the tradition of bad decisions
Oscar from Paris
Sees it much differently
He said that everyone
Was into his french accent
He was a type of delicacy
At these types of sororities
But they lacked in advanced thought
Somehow this childish nature
Would furnish a top degree
Oscar could not disagree more
I found this conversation
At a bar in Brooklyn
With delightful fascination
Oscar and me
Talking about sororities
In New York City
I am no controlled spirit
Untamed and overgrown
My emotions can be so
Easily swung
Not the words that I am
Proud of
Not in pride am I congested
When I am over zealous
My heart can be to little
Protected
How is it that the same tricks
With new names
Can catch a heart beat
All the same
If I could only go under cover
Into my own deepest detections
Pull out the weakest of
Sympathetic
Inflections
So rather than pick up
The pieces from hopes unmet
I could let my heart down easy
Lay it to rest gentle
While it’s quiet on the set
However my heart will wrestle me
At every turn
Up and down
It’s always involved
Every choice
All around
The tall heights of towers
Lingering over industrialized edges
Waterfront
West of the city
Graffiti rich in depth and texture
From the skies to my feet
Greenpoint on the edge of the East River
Stirring up dust
Unsettled
Tell the tale
Of a big town
On the banks of the Hudson
The sweet subtleties of the city
Through the breeze of leaves
Blossom from the long winter
Spring man now enter
In the calmness of May
May we be entertained by the weather
Alone
The gentle feel of a mild day
Close your eyes
To feel the city lift you away
How is the brain
Wired in such a way
That even simple tasks
Under great pressure
Can seem so unachievable
So distant
Out of control
How is it that ideas
Thoughts and motions
Can move my head
In evening rest
To stay awake all night
To turn left and right
So irritable the mind can be
When the pressure is turned high
On me
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