Again (In Chicago)

Again (In Chicago)

Sitting here, again,

On this same stone bench

In this same Grant Park.

Two years to the day

       Today,

I’m struck by the cycles 

Of it all.

Same stainless steel Bean,

Same Halstead hangover,

Same skyline shots,

And fog and drizzle and

       Sunsets,

And clouds and scents

And visits.

Same words, more or less,

Same blank verse and

Loose meter and rhyme.

Living, co-living,

       Re-living,

This all again,

Together.

 

Chicago is better.

Each day is better,

Each year is better,

Each over again

       Again:

Pending first times,

All again.