Milwaukee

Little cafes

Narrow streets

Broken signs

all calling out to be--

To me--

Beauty in rundown houses

that can't be found in those of good repair.

Rundown,

but still more

with more underneath.

Energy thats been ripening

for decades.

It calls out to me--

to be--

This city I've sworn to leave.

It makes me want to wish;

on it's fading stars

that I might return.