The Temperate Night Glow

A drive-by home;
A parking lot;
Russell Street smoke bounds and trots
The smell of summer lingering high
A foggy tome;
The morning's hot
A pouring from my coffee pot
gracious blackened ice has gone and died

Winter's given way to summer
But springtime should have lasted longer
A time-lapse photograph right out my window
The buildings on the roundabout
Are falling as the ragweed sprouts,
breaking off into the temperate night glow
The sickly summertime has terrors in-tow

An overpass
Outside my door
The creaking of the hardwood floor
Milwaukee Junction's doting in its whiteness
The rain on Cass
The corridor
The mothers shouting, "Nevermore!"
They're worried 'bout the ever-dimming brightness
It's too much like their tripping, turning likeness

Winter's given way to summer
But springtime should have lasted longer
A time-lapse photograph right out my window
The buildings on the roundabout
Are falling as the ragweed sprouts,
breaking off into the temperate night glow
The sickly summertime has terrors in-tow

The rain on Cass
The corridor
The mothers shouting, "Nevermore!"
They're worried 'bout the ever-dimming brightness
It's too much like their tripping, turning likeness

Winter's given way to summer
But springtime should have lasted longer
A time-lapse photograph right out my window
The buildings on the roundabout
Are falling as the ragweed sprouts,
breaking off into the temperate night glow
The sickly summertime has terrors in-tow