My Last Dance With Chaos
Swingin’ my chubs from a cement slab as cars, trucks, buses, and trains zoom
The ole’ alma mater has fresh new faces blended with
Welcome and well wishes amidst horn blasts and gas fumes
On a rolling blue Lake Michigan backdrop
old familiar smiles offering
Life worn characters knock back brown paper sacks while
Privileged poodles and retrievers prance by attached elegantly
To Cadillac strollers steered by sleek plastic facades
View replaced with stone and glass stretching through the haze
To touch wispy skies instead of misty mountain tops tinged in blue.
My last dance with chaos.
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