Chicago Low

CHICAGO LOW Sleep through the morning, rising at noon if it's not over, it will be soon, clearing my thoughts any way I can find, getting them out of my mind. Taking the El and I watch them go by in every face and I'm wondering why, clearing my mind any way I can do it takes some time to forget but I do. Gray suited ladies see me and smile, promising I will forget in a while, down on Lake Shore there's a summertime breeze time is a secret that nobody sees. Down in the buildings, I look for the sky all of my life is a low or a high, never an even somewhere in between, if there's a reason, it's one I've not seen. Children are laughing down in a park my wish for them is it never gets dark, time is just something we have to go through getting to where we are all going to. Down in the street a little girl dies. Someone is laughing and someone else cries. She's just a number scratched on the wall, Sleeping's not easy when you see it all. © ron wilson aka vee bdosa the Doylestown Poet