As the 7th largest gathering of humanity in human history conveyed on our city today, we sat on the shore just far enough away…

“He seated me in the shade

knowing full well I required the sun.

Undulations in the water unspilled before me

French pop plays on the modern day transistor radio.

It’s a French pop bed springs squeaking song.

“Maybe next year” is not uttered in Chicago

Today it’s vibrant blue

lush green

Autumnal in a crisp apple taste of cinnemon sort of way”

~ Kaylynn Raschke 




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