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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