Chicago Sequence
speeding the lakefront,
my right, big-shouldered buildings
my left, only waves
and a breeze through the window
open to new horizons
across the green-dyed
river of parade-leavers
a stout-serving bar
calls a kilt-wearing bodhran
everyone's Irish today
the gaudy Gehry
stage, musicians in sandals
and shorts delight
lunch-breakers on fold-down seats
a sun-dressed diva folds time
outside River Park,
a street of exotic scripts,
untranslated scents
follow your march through the East --
sushi to saag to saltah
the sun sits so low
beaming down long, straight Adams
streaming workers squint
trainward, cross the bridge homeward
still a few lightweight jackets
the rough surf smacks, sprays,
layers ice upon ice, a
frozen, lurching wave
blocks the path. walk the bike here
then pedal against the wind.
eyes on the cymbal
ears on the bass >tha-dump< line
hands clutch >zwee< the horn
timetightens lightsbrighten night-
jam. The leader nods -- you're up.