HYDE PARK

Recall that lilac-blue
And chapel evening after
A light rain rained light
Along the whistling cars
And black Chicago streets?

Recall us on our skates
With planetary bearings,
Careening with pure ease
Among our shining blocks,
Happy as the night-hawks?

But where are you tonight?
(And I have seen the world,
Chased the star-eyed goat
In the blue skies of fear,
And stood by Carnap’s house)

And why should I recall
Such young reality
So useless that I walk,
My dear, no streets I know
Through black Chicago snow.