Chicago- The Red Bistrot 2


By Jack Hannula

[ i ]

On this day thee hast me found

On this bus -Manhattan-bound

To hear its sights; to hear its sound;

Discover why it’s well-renowned.

Though winter weekend, I’ll there stay

To stroll the streets & while away

The quickened time & frozen day;

The views across the distant bay.

[ ii ]

Oh! Wonder, I, what greets my time

Around the corner much as I’m…

Turning, spinning on a dime

As if I am a ghostly mime.

And so it is this gray weekend

Its memories to my heart I’ll send

The flocks of thoughts I’ll duly blend

And hold them so they’ll never end!

2013 c.

© Jack Hannula 2013