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…