CAPTURING STREET SECRETS.

She’s out on the street clicking scenes for her keeping;
Making a carrousel collection of the sketches
She comes across whilst getting lost down 18th street,
And when she meets a memorable face,
With manners to match,
She makes another mental note of Pilsen’s gentleness
And continues on her way,
With camera in hand,
And hand to the skyline,
And eyes on the prizes that wait there:
Windows in the wake of great architecture,
And a wealth of walls adorned with frescoes
Or less well known doorways framing thresholds
That lead to the unknown studios
Of artists yet met,
Or when she sees an ordinary underpass,
That is otherwise avoided,
She toys with the angles and stanchions
And branches made from them,
Where what’s left of the light fights with the darkest parts
Of shadows
And exposes tones
That others just wouldn’t be able to see,
And then she goes home,
Having exposed herself to the mighty winds
Of a Chicago spring,
And downloads her treasure
To better measure the worth of it,
And if,
On the odd occasion she’s missed a bit,
Then tomorrow’s only one night away.