Tuesday, April 10, 2018

RITE OF SPRING

How is it, Chicago—the sheer resonant beauty
sponsored by your early
April afternoons

must always be composed of
so many smaller and
unbeautiful pieces?

Or had we better ask
the trash-mad seagulls?—
boomeranging hard just now

about the bloated clouds,
seemingly hitting
all the wrong keys at once—as if charged

yet again this season
with the inglorious task—of
just making sure

this wheezy old organ
still works.

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