Wednesday, October 29, 2014


Ten a.m. 
already and—still
that chilly
but ardent—but sleepy

old sun superior 
is up there—somewhere 
above the blue brusque city,

chuckling and
yawning—and of course
tugging—away at
his extrathick 

pearl autumn covers
and mumbling—You just go right ahead there
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!