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Delilah Miller

(San Diego)

Chicago Streets


So good to be home
and out of the heat.
All those excess people reminded I'm alone
as I explored the busy Chicago streets.

So good to be mild
and not full of heat.
All those old buildings reminded I'm only a child
as I explored the ancient Chicago streets.

So good to be recognized
and not sweating in the heat.
All those dollars spent reminded me of the love I'm still denied.
as I explored the poor Chicago streets.

So good to be back from running away
and back from the heavy, humid heat.
All of the luggage and vacations reminded me problems come to stay.
as I left, for a long time, those Chicago streets.

Submitted: Thursday, August 09, 2007
Edited: Sunday, March 27, 2011

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  • Rico Avila (1/14/2009 2:11:00 PM)

    I've been gone and back many times. Always feels the same way. I'm away right now actually, in Afghanistan. And I'll feel out of place when I get back. It's happens all the time. Una poema muy buena. (Report) Reply

  • Paul Latham (4/14/2008 6:15:00 AM)

    Travelling to new places, always time to right poems. But theres never anywhere like home. Nice poem, I like it. (Report) Reply

  • Marci Made (8/10/2007 3:17:00 PM)

    Colette, I wish You'd told me you we're going..my daughter would have come in and taken you to the suburbs to visit...Don't tell me you didn't love Michigan Ave. and Water Tower Square, and I hope you did the water tour downtown. like in that movie where Vince Vaughn runs the tour boat.....Vince who grew up in Lake Forest where we lived and he and MC were in 7,8 and 9th grade together.[he was her best friends boyfriend.]....It''s been even more hot in the East and the winters in Chicago and here are brutal cold.....I loved living there, I wish you'd had more fun.You would have if MC had come and brought you to her home for a day...The restaurants downtown are great too....love, marci.xo~~~ (Report) Reply

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