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