Where are they now?
Those lost prophets
shouting doom and endings
on street corners…
Lost in Chicago snows and wind
cast off by the ones
who listened in the past…
While the rest of us
perform our highwire exhibit:
the balancing act
we call life –
bliss tangled with an edge of pain…
But if we are fortunate
we find
that one in a million, that diamond
visible only to our eyes —
leave the rest to their gloom,
their dreary goodbyes,
while we travel together, hands clasped…