Monk parakeets, green, with grubby baby faces
swing on a birdfeeder in our neighbor’s backyard.
How is it that people live in other places
and think, “Life in the big city must be so hard”?
NaPoWriMo, Day 15 prompt: Write a pantun, a poem with four-line stanzas, with an a-b-a-b rhyme scheme, where each line has 8-12 syllables and the second two lines take a departure from the first two. Got that?
You could buy a full-cap wig or
get a weeve, or your ears pierced,
where there’s a barber on duty.
In the window at Rainbow is
the blank, naked white torso
of a child awaiting clothes.
Iyanze Bolat West African Flair
is right next door to Thai Uptown,
fufu competing with papaya salad.
City Sports sells Adidas of every
color and description; a pair or two
might change your life forever.
At Gigio’s, try number 22 out of
the top 25 pizzas in Chicago. If you’re
handicapped, knock on the window.
Cross the slanted street to the Wilson
station, on gang turf. Say hello to the man
who pauses his mop to let you pass.
NaPoWriMo, Day 13 prompt: Take a walk and write about what you see.
Marilyn Rauch Cavicchia 