72 – Chicago at Night

Posted: September 12, 2012 in Uncategorized


Chicago lamps blink in the wrinkled glass
Like old men searching through the wood
With lanterns and a sinking moon.
The poet’s hands, deformed with
The not so gentle years
Rub carelessly along the peeling window frame,
While he envisions that the window etched
Before him is like the eye of a man,
Revealing the terrible pulse of the city at night.

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