elementia
Falling Asleep to the Brown Line L
By Catherine StrayhallChicago, 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.
Gold Medal
By Carolyn NussThe diver and the coach as still as a rock
Because the diver failed her dive because she balked
The coach’s eyes were filled disappointment and fear
But do not worry she will better next year
She will be better next year
Battle Wounds
By Caroline KoenigSometimes things happen
It is a part of life
But no one said it would be this hard
Take her back to the start
In the beginning it was all fun and games