|Apr/May 2020 Poetry Special Feature|
Multimedia painting by Janet Bothne
Chimneys in Winter
Thought of you last night, Bashõ.
Outside the Hungry Brain,
we puffed. Puffed. Passed.
The jazz from inside
flowed light as a stream rolling over
a curvy sandy bed.
We puffed. Puffed. Passed.
Like smoking rooftops. A kiss of bliss.
Exhaling the burden of being ourselves.
Calming as violets on a mountain path.
This was before
we got drinks at the Logan Arcade,
played four-way Pac Man, grabbed Lazo's
ground beef tacos with shit-tons of salsa verde.
This was just us
outside the Hungry Brain, Bashõ.
We puffed. Puffed. Passed. Exhaling
the burden of being ourselves.
The buildup to our releases
a Chicago Windsong.
Precisely. Purposefully. Only once.
Heads lifted to the moon like wolves.
A breather from incompleteness.