Monday, June 7, 2021

I Heart Logan Square: Poem 06/07/2021

I Don't Have Hope, I Have Infrastructure 

Things are looking up, up, up,
up past the curvature of the building,
obsidian windows defying any deity
safe arrogance. 

Bable elevate me - it is my trade after all. 
One wish could domino, ambitions
crescendo, elastic and empathic once
more. A friend calls.

I recall what once was, tumble & collapse
among the daisies out back, list ways to
dismantle a bivouac.  Come up 10 short. 
I miss. 

I can't remember what. 
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