Branches reach for you
A forest of decisions
Which tree will you climb?

Bold skyline towers
Welcome home soaring falcons
And human spirits

Seniors stretch on grass
Moms run paths pushing newborns
The lake bears witness

At Alto Cinco
do as the bartender says:
pinot grigio

A blackbird sways on
a goldenrod stalk covered
with afternoon snow

Amidst the chatter
and clink of white coffee mugs
I drink your voice in

Chiefly close to home,
catching fast flying summer
in a baseball mitt.

Hills Building at dusk
a solitary gargoyle
searching for falcons

A crowd of crows fly
in the winter sky, searching
for shelter in snow

Nighttime in the square
Tree lighting and carols sung
Skaters mingle there

In still moments on
my porch, I watch the crimson
dragonflies watch me

Across the landscape
cranes and girders dot the sky…
Healthy progress shows

long yellow buses
laughter on small snowy feet
winter school awakes

The city within
holds a boulevard of hope.
Every street knows you.

His brain targets it
His body casts out for it
His mouth catches it

Black or white, light or
dark, we all call this city
our home. We are one.