We rattled down the alley bumping off brick walls like pinballs in a humid shade-free aisle. Fences filled with flowering plants where the roots had reclaimed their rightful land. The Great Lakes were trashed. Spewing vulgarities and warping time in a darkness that only lifted for the land. We gazed on and bounced happily hand in hand.
Ukrainian Village; Chicago, Il.
July 12th, 2012; 5:45pm