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
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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 August 31, 2007