Chicagoetry: Intimations

INTIMATIONS

Rescue cannot be summoned,
Captivity must be endured.
The bastard wind our gaoler
Retains jurisdiction, random
Beatings loom, black ice
Lurks.

But the Wind Warden's power is waning
And the block walls
Are slowly, slowly melting. The light is waxing
And the pastels of renewal (lavender,
Rose, budding emerald) have returned
At least to my shivering, grey-scale dreams.
The body knows if the heart still longs.
Rotten drifts, salt-encrusted fenders,
Street trash revealed

Seed the grey clouds with warm rain.
The tyranny of assaulting air
Will lash out as it dies away, but
The broad lake, which rebuffs
The extremes of Canadian gales,
Will prevail.

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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.

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