Chicago Rhapsody

If tonight was perfect, would it change?
Would we be somewhere else, not on
A balcony above a street, the lines of
Lights and cars, a city, so kinetic,
Stretching out, so far as we can see,
A bottle of delicious wine, a pair of
Plates of take-out food: kabobs;
A pack of cigarettes, a view, in
Sunset's fading glow, of you,
And you are almost as a cooing
Dove, a lovely thing? And I, a
Hunter? Surely not. A lover
Only, lonely until now, when
I can be with you, exchanging
Pleasantries eleven stories from
A world spinning at the speed of light.
There's little movement here, and rapt,
And wrapped within each other, staring
Down, why should we speculate?
If this is not perfection, what would be?
We'll never know.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-07-28 at 12:17

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