welcome back, chicago.
in all your windy glory.
dark harsh stares
and hunched shoulders.
i was late this morning,
our eyes connected once.
i scoped you out and found land.
but like an island you're surrounded
and a small fish can't go too far
without hope of hurting itself.
i didn't get a chance to say hello.
you made a windy exit,
but my eyes followed you,
yes, my eyes followed you.
welcome back, chicago.