Friday, March 20, 2015

IRRESPONSIBLE PARADE ROUTE

Suddenly
on the first day of 
spring—come many 

pale skinny kids rubbing 
out their dark eyes and 
blinking—then

streaming through
crosswalk-winnowed city blocks 
in thin clothes and 
singing—no particular popular
song to keep rhythm;

and already—not one of them thinking 
about winter, or 
traffic, or
even remembering

anything significant 
regarding what 
happened last 

night, for that matter—as they 
advance toward their 
ultimate destination—those lusciously verdant

cocktails 
at those open-
air tables—along the way 

intermittently pausing 
to praise and toss-
out pretty flowers

plucked earlier 
from the un-
kempt sidewalk-

sale out in
front of the Jewel-Osco.

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