10 Words by Rickie:
English, house, dogwood, daffodil, palladium, clean, grass, clouds, blue, bark
Though a great venue for
purchasing art,
I had to depart the colossal
Merchandise Mart,
Full city block - Orleans,
Kinzie and Wells,
I had to escape from whom
the toll bells.
Walking, running,
straining to board my train,
Hopes running high and
body in slight pain,
Workday was weary and also
slightly dark,
Demands, orders, ten
shouts, one bark.
iPod music drew me into
blue clouds,
Happy to be away from the
Loop crowds,
Riding the mean Chicago
Green Line “L”,
Looking out of the window
in a wistful spell.
On the way home I ran into
a neighbor,
The day was long, but no
more forced labor,
She smiled and insisted we
take a different route,
My instinct was to doubt,
perhaps even to shout.
Silently walking down the
quiet streets,
Reminding me of the visual
aesthetic treats,
Passing pleasant flowers of
beautiful Dogwood,
To enjoy the present was
completely understood.
We walked by a stately
English Tudor,
Alarms sounded loudly, an
unexpected intruder,
Drowned out the pianist
practicing Strauss,
From inside this elegant
three-story house.
It had a staircase the
color of Palladium,
Playing with senses like
radioactive Radium,
Big beautiful broad lawn
of man-made grass,
Daffodil designs in
intricate stained glass.
Hemingway would rather
relax on Bimini,
Favoring narrow minds in
handsome bikinis,
Compared to the city, Oak
Park was clean,
Such a relaxing scene,
everything so green.
Because of the walk I felt
very much reborn,
Passed the house where
Betty White was born,
I remembered the Palmer
House brunch in May,
What a pleasant end to an
awful workday.
