Roadside Poem - "The Other Seasons"

From a dream fragment last night. 

That pencil tip of light
at the end of the dark corridor
is my first grade classroom:
I’m walking now past the painting
of elephants upon elephants
and the tiny water fountain
that would be useful to normal human beings
if we drank though our kneecaps.

I remember looking out the window of this classroom
and seeing a formation of birds
soaring effortlessly above the autumn trees--
though when I look now
those same birds are flying in reverse,
wings struggling back, in unison,
as if, if they only tried hard enough,
they might row back to summer
without enduring
the other seasons.

M.S.
7/10/10
Rockford, IL.

Spaces in the Pittsburgh Tribune-Review

Yet another amazing coincidence.  Direct quote before meeting Mr. Shaw in his gallery (across the street from our parking garage): "Dude, it's too hot out here...let's just hit this one last place."

Enjoy!

SPACES IN THE PITTSBURGH TRIBUNE-REVIEW

Days 3-4 Photojournal - Cincy/Chicago

Sometimes your best laid plans go awry, and then a few more things go wrong, and you find yourself destitute in Chinatown after midnight, searching for somewhere to sleep.  In such circumstances, you can't be too picky about accomodation.