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022. Pink Line
by John Herzoglions dance at my feet
singing through city streets
surging through my veins
a pink line beneath my skin
coursing from Cermak to my chest
after all this time beating for you
pink line spanning cities
to the kingdom at our fingertips
tracing the Loop I'm spinning
around you for always
from the moment you lay before me
and beamed your sleepy smile
you opened the map
to the metropolis inside me
you charted every avenue
and crossed my bridges
to lay your foundations
for a place to call home
traversing side by side
every alley upon the grid
sketched in my palm
skipping through stoplights
scaling every building
aglow in the golden hour
basking atop our tower
over all the lines shining
all the streetcars flashing below
this is ours
09/10/2018 Author's Note: CTA Pink Line.
Posted on 09/11/2018
Copyright © 2024 John Herzog
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 09/12/18 at 03:43 PM This is a combination of charming, deep, inner responses, how the city becomes integrated with human contact and electric connections. :) I went to UTube and could find the Pink Line and rode it. I have to say, not being a city native, I found the ride no where close to as satisfying as your poem about it. |
| Posted by Kris Mara on 09/19/18 at 01:39 PM ...yes, it becomes you and you become it...and we're taken along for the ride with such well crafted lines...enjoying your work immensely this morning...again, your words travel from the page to your reader's soul for how expertly they are crafted and how personally they're conveyed -- if that makes sense :) |
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