The Dressed Bird!!

JULY COFFEE These are the images that carry my thoughts and the lights that line the course of our voyage still life memoirs to our tongues or messages carried until renewal thwarts… watch…. the dressed bird leaning on a pole, pale and dark tonight is the 4th of July we walk in herds toward the lake like crusaders to witness i fuochi d’artifico haunted by secrets, the old paths are burnished and cobble stoned - releasing an air and awe…we return to monuments of Chicago which have sunken into Lake Michigan during a terrible snow storm all that remains is Starbucks che finge a fare i cappuccini July in a silt sky… sun shining through the city buzz, a hazy Chicago on Rush Street at midday compare the crisp Italian sun so bright and the one that smacks down in Miami… We have walked down dreamer’s streets, have dared to kiss the men’s lips passer-byes & transient clouds we listened to the poorly dressed Algerian mago near la Notre Dames who made us laugh at such disappearing cigarettes…where are you tonight my magic cat? our coffee cools in the summer breath of the city…in any city: enter the gates to a myriad of burnished paths, cobble stoned and lost beneath time and history… Open the doors of any home to witness love and maintenance while underground tunnels of people get flushed by trains d’avanti e dietro in une nuit Parisien s’il vous plait!