Michigan Avenue: ‘love is blind, and you soon will find you’re just a boy again’ – the faces

take a ride down Michigan Avenue –
her cluttered, clanking streets.
we who fleet on devil’s feet
to meet those age-old beeps.
the city rude, the people lewd,
their art no match for keeps,
though some strange twist might
be amidst the longing, ancient shrieks
of gargoyles tongue and ugly lung,
they high above us kneel
in concrete warped for beauty’s sake,
those shining, Glory’s streets.
her odd, tall towers
make us bow: here’s
the only treasure found –
its ugly little bridge
was round about
in my Chicago, loving town.

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