Humboldt Park


Steel flags hold firm, rooted like ancient statues.
Gateway to the promenade, Humboldt's greatest scene.

Tile mosaics paint the empty sidewalks under
Withered leaves and cracked cement.
Sirens paint the empty sky above Cortez.

Steel flags hold firm, rooted like ancient statues.
The Paseo Boricua: microcosm full of hope, fashioned in gala.

Graystone houses among empty storefronts.
Yellow lines and broken glass covering the busy streets.
Moments form in the afternoon sun.

Steel flags hold firm, rooted like ancient statues.
West side daydream, city full of ash and lead.

A man pushing a cart, crosses Division.
He's dreaming of old San Juan.

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Born in Waukegan, IL in 1976, Timothy Daisy moved to Chicago in 1997 to pursue a career in music. He currently performs drums with many of the city's avant-garde jazz musicians and ensembles. Tim's poems are shaped by his experiences living and working in the many diverse and culturally rich neighborhoods that make up the city. "Humboldt Park" was inspired both by memories of his past as well as observations of current situations.