Easter Chicago Poems

You must be from Chicago, you football bears
I used to live there, they made the best chairs
Wrigley Field was way back against my lairs
They had...

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Rain drop, 
Only one now.

A wish which
The Easter Rabbit
Cannot undo.

The wick stale
and smokey.

and I alone
found your 
house. 

I was once a priest.
A prophet,
Trying to convert...

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