Falling on the Dreams of Whitney Avenue

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“Hanging in There” – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg, PA – First accumulating snow of 2013…

The evening snow is a deep hue of blue…
Falling on the houses of Whitney Avenue…
Falling on my hands and falling on my head…
Falling on the dreams of those still in bed…

Underneath the snow the spring bulbs grow…
When the flakes melt the magic will flow…
Magic that falls from the heavens above…
Snow covered setting among the rising love…

Silent night among the cold white sights…
Shadows of blue among orange highlights…
Winter snowflakes¬†flutter around…
Settle like seeds without making a sound…

Seeds spread out across frozen land…
Waiting for spring till they grow up grand…
Growing up tall for the whole world to see…
A healthy garden is one that grows me…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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24 Hours – Summer Solstice

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“Sapphire Blue” – ¬© chriscondello 2013 – Whitney Avenue – Wilkinsburg – Summer has finally arrived… Accordingly… We all celebrate the day… But to be completely honest… The first day of Summer was hot and humid… But the first evening of Summer was magical…

The orange glow of the street lights…
Compliments a sapphire blue sky…
Signs that spring has come and gone…
Out with the fireflies…

The air is fresh… Crisp and clean…
thought so pure… Atmosphere serene…
It’s really a great day to be alive…
My church involves the daily sunrise…

Summer comes but a few times a life…
Yet most of us spend it working for strife…
Only a few know how to let it all go…
Happy thoughts make my mind grow…

It’s only when that evil thought creeps in…
A foul mouth but a pretty grin…
Like a stray cloud on a sunny day…
Raindrops when you want to play…

But today we celebrated a friend…
Who’s life has come to a tragic end…
One who would want us all to succeed…
He would expect us all to do good deeds…

When I started this poem the air was cool…
Tonight my sweat is collecting in a pool…
Mosquitos keep buzzing passed my ears…
The neighbors are out grinding each others ears…

Beer bottles shatter in the street…
And then the sound of running feet…
Damn… This is a great night to be alive…
Tomorrow I’ll celebrate with my daily sunrise…

And for all my friends that no longer see…
Yet every one would expect us to be…
Awake to see the sun rise and set…
And let go of all our fucked up regrets…

Dedicated to my friend Matt Thomas… Who was a man of leisure… And a man of summer… And a man that just wanted his friends to be happy and enjoy life…

plant petunias and question everything – chriscondello

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