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blueinthefaceblueintheface Posts: 153
edited February 2006 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
To Chicago,
the winter air smells
all too familiar,
its sting, its bite
a caustic punishment to
our midwestern skin.

We walk through
the clouds of our breath,
as we stumble
by palaces of press
and eternal shrines of commerce.
The city has filled
out the frame
of its broad shoulders
and everything stands in strength
from office buildings to sidewalks.

Winter ends the same way
each spring.
We watch ice melt
off the River
and cheer as the river
runs freely, for the first time in months
unrestrained and unconsoled,
our pale blue eyes
meet navy blue waters
under the diamond blue sky.

Soon the sky might need a Band-aid
its been scraped far too much.

Children dance in northside parks
Men stumble through northside bars
We watch the homeless panhandle
and beg for a chance
or for the wonderous change
only we seem able to offer them.
"be a philosopher but, amid all your philosophy, be first a man" - david hume

Mitch Hedberg- RIP 1968-2005. your jokes have laughed me through a lot. I thank you.
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  • I liked this one a lot!!! Please keep sharing!
    I can hear what you're thinking,.. All your doubts & fears,... If U look in my eye,... In time you'll find,... the reason I'm here,.. In time U may come back somday,.. To live once more-- or die once more-- In time your time,... will be no more,...
    Johnny Cash (to Frank Castle/The Punisher)
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