Ten a.m.
already and—still
that chilly
but ardent—but sleepy
old sun superior
is up there—somewhere
above the blue brusque city,
softly
chuckling and
yawning—and of course
tugging—away at
his extrathick
pearl autumn covers
and mumbling—You just go right ahead there
gentle-
businessmen! Endeavor!
to keep
starting your cantankerous
leafblower engines!
so sure and square-
ly pointed
as I know
they are surely—and irrevocably
into that
much younger,
blithe and—so much more
hopelessly eager—Lake
Michigan wind!