Singing in Hawaii
Nobody knows we do this–well that’s almost true. But thousands of us sing a capella music in huge choruses. So if you do it too or if you wonder what I’m talking about, try this.
Nobody knows we do this–well that’s almost true. But thousands of us sing a capella music in huge choruses. So if you do it too or if you wonder what I’m talking about, try this.
This piece has changed a lot since I posted it last. It somehow embodies all the feelings I had when, as a little girl, I’d see all those railroad lines moving into Chicago.
I crossed steel arteries stretching
red blood to locales I could never live in
when I tasted city juice.
Her jeweled waterfront disappoints some,
sure, but for millions, it sings
work, wealth and getting by.
Elevated cars, elevated dreams…
Push through two feet of partly cloudy,
and sour summer stockyard winds.
When age dissolves, dis-loves, dislikes,
disrepairs and despairs,
plastic drive-by-dream-crates look good–for a moment.
Come on, City! update your glory.
Glass boxes, frappacined granite, pillars
and designer concrete.
Stilettos, boots and flip flops race.
I’m glad you’re back, City! with your
garbage trucks, permits and little bags of dog shit.
I won’t resent your pretense;
Not so long as my padded shoulders
paint my own miracle on the mile.
Well coming into the Holiday buying season I always remember the appliance years–first apartments and all– and my tribute to the last appliance-gift I received. It’s a beauty–and it’s season is coming so I thought I’d revisit it.
I wrote, reviewed and performed a great deal about my family in Big Words. Now–I’m done–at least for awhile.
Also in print.
The hear of late afternoon sun can lure me in but I know what’s coming after fall’s sweetness and I don’t like it.