Good Cheer & Local Color

There’s been an incident at 5^th and 6^th

And 73^rd and 58^th and Elm.

I see dead people everywhere, except

On S. Lipan and Penny Lane and Stout.

I don’t know why. Rellenos on the wind,

The sound of magic flutes, the frail red duff,

Oranges and lemons: still the bones pile up

Just above Congress Park, on Ruby Hill,

And where the Carpet Warehouse has been closed.

Come home tonight. I found some bottles of

Whatever could be bottled up. Not these,

However emptied out the scuffed-up rooms,

Annoyed to be anonymous. Here come

The incidents of Christmas Past passant.