he lay there
languid in position
pissed in disposition
to break free from peering eyes
camouflaged by cotton candy.
he could smell
lake michigan strollers, bikers, runners
southside harold’s chicken, giordano’s pizza, and lem’s bar b que
margaret murphy-webb, as she sang
summer in the city
in hyde park
he could hear
the stepping jams
the rainbow fountain
the outer and inner drive traffic
echoing his roars
he could feel
the magnificent mile
the blind man singing
79th street blinging
chicago in his soul
© 2016 Vicki Goldston, All rights reserved.
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