Chicagoetry: Sixteen Movies Ago

Sixteen Movies Ago

Sixteen movies ago
I was heavy with greed.
Had a sextet

Of moods, generally.
Weeping at orbs.
Clowning with trees.

Seven movies ago
I was peering
At the labyrinth

Of the CTA map
Above every electric train door.
Heavy with greed,

As I say.
Documents in the darkness
Heavy with grief,

Heart distended
Like a bay window
Over the boulevard.

Eleven mornings ago
I meditated to dawn,
A teetering

Faun, vulnerable
In the daylight,
Blessed by darkness.

Wet leaves, dry gourds,

Shrouds; hood ornaments
Fashioned after clouds;
Burnt-orange lamplight

Incumbent, reminiscent
Of candle-glow,
Every shadow

A god of light.
Eleven movies ago
I heard a god.

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J.J. Tindall is the Beachwood's poet-in-residence. He welcomes your comments. Chicagoetry is an exclusive Beachwood collection-in-progress.

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