Lake Michigan

February 23rd, 2007 at 09:57:25 AM

It’s blue—

The sun is up and rising

As glimmers of light flash

Across the surface of the water

The azure aqua acknowledges

The brazen boats bathing

In the crossed crabby curmudgeons

Of our Lake Michigan.

It’s gray—

The sun is gone, and the clouds

Are covering the white sky

As it reflects the world that day

Because the day dates death

And it eats earth eerily

By the flags are flying fish

Of our Lake Michigan.

It’s green—

The sun is wavering, M.I.A

And disgruntled tanners frown

At the wind that blows around

Ticking the gracious grates grossed

Licks of hated [missed] hot humidness

Because of the initial icy iciness

Of our Lake Michigan.

It’s white—

The sun is dimmed, and the brightness

At the sky is gone

And the weather burns of frost

Thinking the jaded jacks jeering

Cracking the keep kept kissing

The late lakes listening

Of our Lake Michigan

Dragon Riders

February 20th, 2007 at 11:19:40 AM

Dragon riders, drums and watch the kite,

Phoenix Buff-et, wait bowers of hours for

Dim Sum and Tea—drink to the hearts content.

Walk through the streets, sipping bubble tea

And cold honeydew shakes, familial piety dressed

Tigers and pigs, roosters, monkeys; stone statues

With meager horoscopes underneath.

Candy stores and ginseng shops, there is a distinct smell

In the air, firecrackers and signs that say Happy Chinese

New Years that expect great luck, fu and fu again—

Luck and luck and luck again, red, gold, they’re the

House colors, dressed so well, New World Noodles

And the random convenience store along the side,

Another side street, so long, so crowded, it’s so loved,

There are flowing Asian antiques, and people all over—

Girls and boys, and they all pay attention

When the dragon rider pasts in Chinatown.

The view of the sky, Chinatown—

The land of the old, Chinatown—

The gathering of the new, let’s meet in Chinatown.

ORDMDW

February 16th, 2007 at 09:59:00 AM

Bustle of crowds and red-gold-black-green

Suitcases found around luggage claims,

It’s all a schedule, a mess of delays and waits,

Cancellations and On Boards, sitting in the seats

Looking at the watch consistently, snowfall-rainfall

Wait again, Delayed again; Thanksgiving-Christmas

Rush, scarves and mittens, lost kids,

Report to the information desk; just follow the planes

And the dotted line, jump and run around, take the elevators,

Zoom, zoom, stop and moving, the floors, wet signs, don’t slip

On the water and wait, oh—the Out of Order paper. Well

Just 5 minutes till boarding, hurry—

Take off, ORD. Land, LAX. Take off, SFO. Land, MDW.

Take off, BUF, wait—delay. Land, IAD, Take off, DCA.

Speaking for the crowd, old women and old men,

Land, ORD—no bad breakfasts and in-flight movies, leg room—

Take off, dreams, planes, and ideas; see each other soon.

Land, MDW.

They know the way you fly.