Oct. 7, 2012

A Poem after Four Weeks in Town

Life's happening in Chicago.

The air may be cold,

     but it breathes the same.

Neon shining skies

     still hold the moon.

The streets run empty at midnight,

     and tomatoes grow in the garden,

          curling through the cool.

People still smile

     when they don't know the words to say

"Hello"