Monday, December 14, 2009

Chicago Poem #45

Brother and Sister kept, check
Family in the suburbs
Family in the retail shops
Stiff winds wound up; always movement
Putting on that Renaissance mask
Pretending another much needed rebirth,
Native sons grow up and move out.

I looked up pictures of you
on the internet
from the Forties, Fifties and Sixties
Those won't matter much longer.
They are scenes from a movie made
twenty years later doesn't matter anymore.
Those cars were beasts and it is all too bad we destroyed.