
Even when quiet (if it ever be so)
It Rumbles with the passing of the subway deep.
And Rumbles bedrock to the core
Disturbing the netherworld’s sleep.
But at the surface the Rumble sooth’s
With drooping eyelids,
Forcing feet to stand and Rumble.
The following stories were written for publications other than The Chicago Shimpo (www.deanraf.blogspot.com) or have been sent as my Holiday Letter to unsuspecting family and friends.