Literary Fri Jan 02 2009

Chicago in Winter

Writer and Chicago expat Arlene Tribbia shared the following poem as something to "resonate .... now in the new year - a time when most of us are unusually contemplative."

Chicago in Winter: a bluelove rush

You must walk Michigan Avenue in the snow, the heroic South to North mile

over the Bridge of Angels and cross ancient Chikagou Creek for the street shop

bookstore where the café is warm and the cups filled strong and lovely with lemon

grass and coconut tea three stories above the crowd and watch as the after work day unwinds and sweetens into twilight, your book of poems open on the table left unread

for the real love stories of lives unfolding below on the street under flurries of stars falling onto the heads and faces of the people - how purposeful they look there at the light waiting and ready to cross over to the other side as the moment splits, the light changes and in a single flash of bravery they simply step off the curb together and rush forward into their moonlit destinies as the blue eye of a breeze off the lake sweeps past.

— Andrew Huff / Comments (2)