The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Chicago
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The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
The Windy City
carries aloft a million
dreams on fierce updrafts.
Windows at Lord &
Taylor gleam with holiday
scenes. Small worlds of joy
The heart of the world.
Like fireworks that never fade
explosions of light.
Bryant Park transformed,
craft booths shine with baubles, lit
from within with smiles
Silence erases
thoughts and stress like dry markers
wiped clean from white boards.
First snowfall blankets
unraked beds of leaves. Nature’s
default is beauty.
You’ll never again
feel pain, joy both at once. Be
so at odds with life.
Trees have never held
leaves as late as November.
Frost was wrong. Gold stays.
Vision isn’t so
much a function of seeing
as it is feeling.
I’m not here. I’m lost
in Varanasi. A world
Luke Storm opened wide.