Exit of Chicago Union station,
Loud speech on Jesus,
And free Lärabar samples.
Many more are sold on Lärabars
Large sign almost obstructs
the traffic light and screams:
Do NOT feed the pigeons!
I’d like to add graffiti:
DO feed the homeless
and the starving.
Summer’s breeze wakes this beautiful city.
Center of Madison bridge
bursting with rhythm.
A black white-bearded man plays old plastic buckets
and a single bent cymbal,
But nobody changes their hurried pace,
Across the presidential bridges
That stretch their old creaky bodies.
Over the river.
For just around the corner,
Chicago Lyric Opera announces:
Big Stars! Big Voices! Big Savings!
This is a life of slivers
on the 40th floor, glass cage all around.
To the right, a sliver of green
in between the highrises.
To the left, a sliver of the sky
and a lonely cloud where the skyscrapers end.
And in front, lake Michigan, with her baby blue eyes.
Just enough slivers to peace-meal
the world all together.
Fast talking man details a new acquisition,
new service, new sales opportunities.
But I’m captivated by his purple polka dot socks.
Like a kid, I imagine him grabbing those polka dots
and juggling them, high,
big great smile on his face,
like he is juggling those big words and ideas.
Two hours later, sock man inquires:
Does everyone understand what we are selling here?
Twenty people shake their heads in unison: No!
Oh so comfortable to sail along!
buying something, not knowing what it is,
from those who sell it, not knowing what they are selling,
paying the money we do not have.
Juggling those polka dots
faster and faster before they drop,
with big stars, big voices, and big savings,
For some easy sailing…