Michael Pruchnicki


Spring will come busting in


As certain as death and taxes
Spring will come busting in the front door
all fresh and green somewhere else

Here in Chicago it comes dragging through
the grimy streets like a teenage thug
sullen and morose smelling like
a dumpster behind a meat market
raw and red-eyed as a wino on the skids

But what the hell! Isn't that the charm
of a metropolis built on wasteland
near a great lake? Another pewter
day like most of February
dull and without spark at all
a nightmare city in gray tones

But after Spring gasps to a close
we can look with audacious hope
for Summer!

Submitted: Monday, February 25, 2008

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