022. Pink Line

by John Herzog

lions 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


Author's Note: CTA Pink Line.

Posted on 09/11/2018
Copyright © 2021 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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