walking in rain:

the wind

is quiet in trees.

a sixth sense

guides me.

a rustle of wings

and a tangle

of vines and leaves.

hipsters with

spiritual anorexia

block crumbling sidewalks.

i am tuned

to the earth’s music

and voiceless ground.

fantasies like glass

bubble to consciousness.

small sharp rocks.

colors are like

vibrant crayons.

perfectly

wet grass.

8/28/2016

9/21/2016

Chicago