Chicago, another (drafty)
You are a Jerusalem, a Mecca,
The axis of every desire so designated
With scarcely any credit,
My particular dream because I must have one
And you sit at a distance that is convenient.
Conjured complete in my head,
You wear derbys with satin bands
And old sweaters, patched at the elbows;
You are slightly hoarse.
You have great, missional, scheme-bearing shoulders.
You are the city of the great shoulders.
I have heard tales of you
And I love them.
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