I don't often talk of the city,
But a trip to Chicago left me breathless.
I should say the moment of leaving
Took my breath away.
As the plane rose
Grumbling at gravity in the dark night
The lights of Chicago appeared
Like Christmas lights to a child they drew me.
Standing in rows
Like a bright connect the dot game
Ordered rows and blocks of light
Reminding all that someone was home.
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