In Chicago

nudged into corners

on afternoons, extended

beyond permission

their dangling edges

are evenings where

walkways wait

they reveal wantonness

into days scribbling

street corners

look for teardrops

slithering nights behind

floundering bullets

still the gallery

awakens dawn with

buddha sermons

collide into punctuations

imposing order of

unannounced assumptions

reflect truant claustrophobia

etching windows with

pencil shavings