Look to the pale east—Chicago
and see
bright red
infrastructure rising in the morning—
wan scratches
of lakeshore
and slender
white sky—progressively occluded
by
what once
seemed
swell—
if frivolous
on blue paper.
Now—in such
grim crowded
correctness
of weather—progress appears
a little
swollen—and that red,
quite a bit
duller.
