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Wednesday, July 12, 2006

chicago rains

the weather today
is more like Ireland than Chicago
cloudy and dark to match my affect
a moist humid windy
the sweat of the city vaporized
moistured heat rising
the sidewalk concrete's breath
thru pockets in my epidermal raincoat

heavy clouds descended on the city
like sodden woolen balloons
sinking onto satellites, gargoyle spires, and tower points
pinched, fit to burst

seagulls loitering the littered city lawns
speckled gray and white
storm cloud paintings on their wings
and gray sky gloom in the orbs of their eyes


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