There is always something to watch, here in the western suburbs of Chicago. This spring the re-painting of the Roselle water tower is part of the show.
The water tower continues
To offer its slow strip tease
in the center of town.
We live nearby
so we see it
Up close and personal.
Sometimes it seems we must simply
Avert our eyes.
Often
In the morning
The sun shines through
The plastic negligee.
It outlines the bare, stick-straight body
Beneath.
We never know exactly how we will find her
During the day.
The stages of undress are
Unpredictable.
Maybe it depends on the availability of workers,
Maybe the kind of paint.
Perhaps the weather determines
The dress
Just like I have to figure before I leave the house
Every morning.
Rain or no rain.
Warm, warmer
Cold.
Perhaps windy.
I can never tell
In advance.
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