Night, You Dominate

Timid night, you crawl like a thirty-pound raccoon …

I.
Cars and coffee grounds, yuppies masquerading in pigeon feathers
renting the threads instead of owning the spools
but, then again, spool’s for fools

Breakfast, Antonio’s Bakery on Milwaukee, circus of pan dulce and cinnamon coffee
skip the silhouettes of the Loop, reflection of a river unseen
Red Line, yes, its voracity for tidbits and minor tribulations

Tremendous and hurtling el train, ticket takers as droll as cod
Swedish noses and houses full of people throbbing along Michigan Avenue
stork of a helicopter overhead
dun of a breathing heart
foundered like butter on the shore of your morning toast

II.
Poets, they honk like car alarms
dryer sheet, the flag of this neighborhood
pedestal of a willow that lost a huge branch in July
processional headlights enterprise is finding out
the leaves falling from the trees

Timid night, you crawl like a thirty-pound raccoon
removing himself from his egg-hold
night, you dominate, your constellations fighting like crawfish
city of night, streetlight delight

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