12-02-2012, 06:33 AM
On Mr. Shell’s side, the lilies of the valley
& blossoming peonies
My mother deeply loved,
& on Mr. Frank’s side,
Though less friendly there,
The hedgerow shades & their visionary forms.
& when Mr. Frank died
That psychiatrist arrived
Who now, looking back, brought a subtle chill.
But still the summer prisms burned through the mists---
So I’d walk around the block
Down Kedzie street, left,
Down to Michigan Av, before turning north,
Heading eastward to the lake, making friends along the way,
Real or imagined & never being lost!
& blossoming peonies
My mother deeply loved,
& on Mr. Frank’s side,
Though less friendly there,
The hedgerow shades & their visionary forms.
& when Mr. Frank died
That psychiatrist arrived
Who now, looking back, brought a subtle chill.
But still the summer prisms burned through the mists---
So I’d walk around the block
Down Kedzie street, left,
Down to Michigan Av, before turning north,
Heading eastward to the lake, making friends along the way,
Real or imagined & never being lost!