Monday, July 28, 2014


Maybe I should have called this Airplanes or O'Hare.  Or Homage to Bensenville.  Still... I'd rather pay attention to the waxwings, even if they're only in the distance, between airplanes.

We hear the waxwings
In the distance.
They mingle with the airplanes
Coming in to land
On the runway built
On the O’Hare expansion.
It demolished an entire neighborhood.
We saw it die
One house uninhabited
At a time,
Until the neighborhood
Went completely dark.
Now the airplanes
Begin their braking
Over our house.
We still hear the waxwings
In between airplanes.

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