The view of Lake Michigan from North Avenue Beach | 1 |
drifts with the white caps of the miniature waves, | 2 |
in the distance sits a lit up ferris wheel | 3 |
at an empty Navy Pier. | 4 |
A lifetime lasting three months ends and | 5 |
the ivy covers the brick wall in late September | 6 |
as Addison Avenue crawls with the drunken fans | 7 |
of a game they call America's passtime. | 8 |
The city looks so small atop a tower | 9 |
lurching over the backs of it's little brothers, | 10 |
and millions walk as millions are spent | 11 |
on something they used to call the Miracle Mile. | 12 |
Reborn in a miraculous city | 13 |
and home is six hours away in a state | 14 |
where I can point out where I live on my hand. | 15 |
At this rate, I'd rather use that hand | 16 |
to wave goodbye and start over wherever this wind will take me. | 17 |