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Chicagoetry: The Moon Wanes Over The Lagoon

By J.J. Tindall

THE MOON WANES OVER THE LAGOON
A large face of white glare followed me,
Like eyes in a proper painting,
Up Kedzie Avenue
along the west side


Of the park boom boom black summer night, cool blue breeze, Grand Avenue
a corridor of light like the “Time
Tunnel.” I smiled, morphed a bit into James Darren.
Boom that blistered, bald Madonna
Was my spotlight.
I jogged in rhythm with the stoplights.
Boom the black oaks along the lagoon
Became a sighing Stonehenge. The moon waned
Over the lagoon (stop) . . .
and then the earth swayed
Back toward autumn. The black oaks will break out in quiet fire, then the fire
Will die
and dissolve
into the lawns

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.

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Posted on August 31, 2007