Carbonated jazz,
sloe gin soul with open mic,
two drink minimum.

Blue moon, Big Dipper
Sunflowers under porch lights
Peace on the South Side

Black coffee only
Cappuccino and latté
just hold up the line

Clinton Square fountain
soaks me intermittently.
You carry my shoes.

Ears flapping in wind
trying to keep the dog’s pace
walking me instead

Canal over creek,
yearning for one another;
waters never blend.

Travel ways snaking
over, under, tying fast
asphalt ribbons home

sumac growing wild
right in Columbus Circle!
someday, a forest

White trilliums light
the dark forest floor glowing
ghostly like spilled stars

Summer sun mirrors
A gallery of faces
Salina glitters

The last dish is fired
Kiln’s cooled, now the auction starts
Good—bye my old friend

Siren warbles past
flashing lights, weaving traffic
nine—one—one response

In this Salt City
Spirit of industry born
Sugar maples bloom

Stone throwers were right—
What would Tipp Hill be without
that green—on—top light?

The flock of pigeons
Boards the westward bound Centro
As the engine purrs

Bluebirds strafe two cats
as they stroll down Midland Ave.
A bulldog watches.