Wednesday, July 16, 2008

backwards forwards

back in chicago
running by the lake
paths soft and familiar to foot
smelling the old smells
sweet fragrance summer bloom
light is different here
day runs longer

early morning the lake front is mine
late evening the lake front is mine
lapping water slows the pulse
stars invite the wonder

quiet very quiet
eyes closed
breathing in breathing out
deep sigh in the hush of night
picking up in a city as if never away

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