Thursday, August 13, 2015

revised



Chicago Common Brick

The Great Fire long dead and gone
by the time we take our morning
stroll out Belmont Avenue to Lake Shore Drive
skirting pandemonium’s high water
mark where wails from Randolph
Street Bridge would have rang
thin as rhyme on wax cylinder
city of the big shoulders rebuilt to resist
fire and lure you away with its siren song
humming the careless lyrics
I yearn to rewrite and sing to you
as we cross Halsted hemmed
in on both sides by black pepper
oatmeal of Chicago common brick
second story turrets biding
time until streetlights render
them details in a Hopper painting. 

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