Ode to Chicago

I had lived outside myself on the edge.

How was I to know you would be my savior 

with your torrents of cars and of people.

Yet I have found meditative silence

in your streets and in my armored tower.

You are a million photographs, an art,

an engagement to be real at last.

Friends warned me against you quoting dangers.

Thank God, and all my stars, I found you. 

You have engaged me, like none have ever,

unearthing my stone heart to life again.

Should I stumble, still, my spirit will fly. 

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- Ruth LaSure