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As I sit wandering about the south 
side of Chicago captured effortlessly 
by the tall dandelions watching the 
lightening bugs rest on sunken cattails 
we often lit them just before the sun 
sets over George Washington Carver 
campus deep within the forest preserve 
over looking the Dan Ryan expressway
 
just to keep the mosquitoes at bay there 
are always so many not even the 
swarming dragon flies feasting could 
truly silence them I sit pondering away 
with my thoughts on the Pullman strike 
and the hay market projects writing poetry 
in my journal as quiet as a mouse an yet I 
always had something to say the orange sky 

began to drift as a blanket of stars started 
twinkling in a distant over the railroad 
tracks I can here the loco motive rolling 
down the broken planks-cotton belt 
screeching down the steal beams fresh 
bread will be served tonight with my 
grandmothers famous Sicilian soup 
right about now I here her calling my 

name Cocoa cocoa put that book 
down and get in here for supper it’s 
getting dark you know I stuck my 
pencil inside my braid and begin 
skipping towards the gardens homes 
that were actually built 1945 name after 
Congressman John Altgeld for war  
veterans returning from WWll and their 

families there simply was no greater 
peace right away I got to roll the lemons 
cutting them for fresh lemonade and 
begin asking all kinds of questions about 
where do the bugs go at night how 
do they sleep and why do lightning 
bugs come out just before dust then 
die out after we catch them and put 

them in a jar the rest just vanish my 
dad answered all my questions as I 
began to drift off to sleep he carries 
me upstairs to bed tucks me in removed 
my pencil from my braid and 
places my journal on my nightstand 
dims the light as my mind starts to 
dream of my tomorrows adventures
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