Falling Asleep to the Brown Line L

By: Catherine Strayhall

Chicago, my beauty;

Chicago, my heart. 

Chicago, the deep breath of 

Every morning I start.

Chicago, my summer;

Chicago, my light.

Chicago, the way her buildings

Shine in the night.

Chicago, my tour guide;

Chicago, my maze.

Chicago, with her river,

Lake, and sandy beach days.

Chicago, my courage;

Chicago, my key.

Chicago, coming in just to

Sweep me off my feet.

Chicago my someday;

Chicago, my now.

Chicago, like a dream 

As I swing round and round.

Chicago, my paradox;

Chicago, my friend.

Chicago, and the memory 

Of her life, waves, and wind.

Chicago, my lighthouse;

Chicago, my wings.

Chicago as the rushing L

Lulls me to sleep.