Wednesday, June 23, 2010

The Visitor's Worry



Not one ray of hope today
Not one pretend ray of sunshine
to paste on my forehead?
Not one rosy cheek to turn the other way
in case I get slapped by the fierce
Chicago wind or by one more
biting criticism of who I am
or what I love to do
by a student
No, I guess not
I better get on with the day
and just accept
that I am walking out this
door in a very bad mood.

Chicago, Feb. 24. 2000

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