more Chicago
breeze
deriving how no one knows
when you’d choose to
meet small-fry
siblings
of the winging
wind
a quiet whistle-up Avenue
cool
upon your face
down cross
streets
north and south
a friend to make you think
of luck with fortune dead
for retreat
to be victory
encore
after encore
peaceful, serene
staving not starting
weather war
a calm and
steady wave
count the breeze
as a constant friend
someone to lean on
when the going goes bad
a whispering spirit takes away the pain
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