Horns,
And more horns.
People,
And more people.
Trash everywhere.
No parking.
Tickets.
Homeless.
No one says hi.
Horns,
And more horns.
People,
And more people.
Too many horns,
And
Too many people.
I miss Chicago.
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Sonorous and lovely poem. A bustling metropolitan held dear to heart despite it's shortcomings. An insightful poem written with sincerity. Thanks for sharing.