My favorite thing to do
Is to make you laugh with a giddy candor
On the crowded red line train
So early, so early
In the morning
Golden new sun
Light.

And then I'm hustling past
The other hustlers of the town
Got that manic Monday on thick
Like the sunscreen I applied
In the midst of my first summer
In the Chitown sun
But there was nothin'
Sweet nothin'
To protect me from
The first come
First soft serve.

Antics fill our coffee mugs
I've been so busy my love
I know you got that rock steady
Been humming the tune
That melody of constantly got company
I wondered yesterday
Around noon
If I'd lost touch
With my sweet lagoon of
Embracing solitude.

Waiting for the blue line
Let's have a grand two days
I'm luck I'm such a lucky *****
The whistle blows
As the rest of the world
Ponders
I ponder
How do we
Counter with nothing
But light?