Romance Chicago Poems

Was it her or was it him?
Was it the mixed signals of dixie,            ...

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Go do be to the dozens of them stars,

I say to the reactionary planet doing deeds for the floral arts,

when I went to the south...

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As I recall it was December
When a blizzard closed down O’Hare
I was sick of northern winters
While the sun was shining south somewhere
I remembered in a...

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There was once a road not taken for complicated reasons
They say that for everything, there is a time and a season
He was nineteen when he...

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The college town of Evanston was where we first met.
It was the summer of 1970, when Mr. Nixon was president.

It would be two years later...

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Windy city their dance hall,
streets of bourbon and beer.
Faded graffiti like dance steps,
transport them to the premier. 

His hands like silken cloth,
caress her exposed ebony...

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