Cloud Gate Poem by Vinita Agrawal

Cloud Gate

Silver metal bean of Chicago
How will I digest you?
You didn't rise from the gardener's hands
Nor from the elusive rain
but from mercurial skylines of Loop Area
And its famous clouds above

You're the world's modern navel
Studded with reflections
Polished, with no visible seams
I'm just a lonely tune
lost somewhere in between.

Never again will the winds be so shameless
Feel my touch, today, feel my touch
This roaming isn't as straightforward as it seems
Chicago, tonight I am instilled with meaning

Like a firefly, I burn and fade
In the glitter of your night
Wanting to be lost in lanes where nothing is gained
Such a sweet dilemma. One Chicago night.
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