Chicago

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A pulse is vibrating in the city
A low and steady hum
People walking close to you
Snatching bits & pieces of your soul.

You feel the pulse and want to ride it
The excitement and the contrasts.

A street duet is sweetly sung
Two violin bows playing their owner’s hearts
sweetly serenading all who pass them by
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Pure and dedicated souls
along with sweetly lotioned people
holding umbrellas & shopping bags
and the homeless in rags
exposing their burnt skin to the sun.

All of us  walking together
fusing and melding and sharing our space.
Feeling the pulse at a different rate
Desperation and sweat
Longing and boredom
Excitement and malaise.
All swelling and rising
as the feet move on
and all the thoughts and hopes and dreams
come together
for 1 quick moment.

 

 

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Magdalene

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Rising out of flowers and dirt

In defiance of all around her

Waves her powerful arms

In the wind.

Staring beyond the traffic signals

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Touched by the spray from Buckingham fountain

As the air wings droplets onto her weatherworn body

She stares beyond the mundane travelers before her

Embraced by leaves and flowers

Worn by the city’s carbon monoxide

Impervious to its constant traffic

A tribute to the sky and air

A rememberance of the dirt

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