i will try to write 100 poems in 100 days. even if they're all chamber potty. then i'll write one when i feel like it.

Sunday, April 4, 2010

lake michigan and litter

on a near warm easter
where the sounds of the wind
meets the dogs in the water
and the sand in your eyes
meets muslim women faces
covered in cotton
brown hair/arms
covered in brown
legs/feet covered in cotton
is it cotton?

lake michigan and plastic
bags flying near
faces flying better
than girls' kites
with their fathers
near montrose beach
on top of that hill
just south of that
skateboarders' pit where the
boys learn to fly
with their wheels
without helmets
with no fear to d i

e.     lake michigan and skateboards
where we parked
is now cold
is now cold grey and raining
and the winds are still blowing
rain in our eyes
easter chicago
twenty
ten.

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