Wednesday, June 29, 2011

an only child above the measured thunder of the cars

Berry

By nights when the yellow salamanders of the El bend all one way and the cold rain runs with the red-lit rain.
By the way the city's million wires are burdened only by lightest snow;
When chairs are stacked and glasses are turned and arc-lamps all are dimmed.
By days when the wind bangs alley gates ajar and the sun goes by on the wind.
By nights when the moon is an only child above the measured thunder of the cars, you may know Chicago's heart at last.


"Chicago: City on the Make," Nelson Algren

[Chicago Avenue at California Avenue]

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