Falling Asleep to the Brown Line L

By: Catherine Strayhall

Chicago, my beauty;
Chicago, my heart. 
Chicago, the deep breath of 
Every morning I start.

Chicago, my summer;
Chicago, my light.
Chicago, the way her buildings
Shine in the night.

Chicago, my tour guide;
Chicago, my maze.
Chicago, with her river,
Lake, and sandy beach days.

Chicago, my courage;
Chicago, my key.
Chicago, coming in just to
Sweep me off my feet.

Chicago my someday;
Chicago, my now.
Chicago, like a dream 
As I swing round and round.

Chicago, my paradox;
Chicago, my friend.
Chicago, and the memory 
Of her life, waves, and wind.

Chicago, my lighthouse;
Chicago, my wings.
Chicago as the rushing L
Lulls me to sleep.