clouds fingering Chicago

You like my jitter? You want enticing material for chatter? 

I need to scald, to burst? and jingle?… ooze, bubble and echo?… I need to cross and flutter? 

I wish we had more time: 

Frantically decanting our arrogant wines, 

splashing over the lip onto crisp whites, 

and into the wee hours… 

still fishing for the few floating bits of ice

Clouds fingering gaps between buildings. Chicago.