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walk north across the river, christmas lights crushed on skyscraper glass, bling stringing michigan ave., sunlight's last-gasp sighing through the artless fog. vague fatigued promise hangs in the low darkened sky when bunched scrawny starlings rattle up from trees, switchback and snag like tossed rags
dressing the bare wintering branches, black-on-black shining, and i'm in a moment more like a fore-moment: from the sidewalk, watching them poised without purpose, i feel lifted inside the common hazards and orders of things when from their stillness, the formal, aimless, not-waiting birds erupt again...
https://www.poetryfoundation.org/poetrymagazine/poems/48543/chicago-and-december