By J.J. Tindall
Make It You
When you see it, you see it.
You always know. Stop hurting.
Try to stop hurting
people. Try to stop
hurting.
Chilly, silent conflagration: Grant Park, Chicago, October.
Auburn, rose, pumpkin, melon, burgundy, the moon
and sun both rise above the same deceptively placid
sea.
I lie, I lie. Two poets walk into a bar: a corner storefront joint
with a delectable neon Hamm’s beer sign. Reflected aside the beer sign
is the silhouette of Fiorello LaGuardia.
You go wherever faith takes you. You make your own
good luck, you make your own good. Auburn, rose,
Chicago, October . . . Spring in rewind, Spring in repose.
Your heart breaks and bleeds quietly. You rise
with the sun and die with the moon every day is a new life
every day is new, every day is new make it you
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J. J. Tindall is the Beachwood’s poet-in-residence. He can reached at jjtindall@yahoo.com. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.
Posted on November 5, 2007