Boundaries define the walls of the homes along Rutledge
This is where our family begins and your public pass ends
Stay on those streets, with the beautiful trees, and observe
The historical society pendants next to doors, while you
Wonder what stories have taken place, are going on
As the lights start to come on, the space suited cyclists
Go by, and the winter says, "Now is my time, stay out"
And yet we do not listen, we lake walkers and ice skaters
We who go parallel on our sticks, pushing and kicking
Across the grassland where golf balls roam throughout
The summers and while we worry not about the hole
By the seventeenth, it's late enough, early enough
For the midwestern sky to take on that grey that says:
"Today I will paint, and the land shall be made a
reflection of my ceiling."
Roman Ryan 