Chicago Sun (a poem)

The sun doesn’t set in Chicago

It rather slips away

I’m a west coast girl at heart

Sunsets are high supply in California

But with a lake that faces east

In a city with skyscrapers that lick the clouds

The golden glow climbs up up and away

And suddenly the light is gone

In Chicago, the sunset isn’t something you watch, it’s something you follow

Chase that Amber up the leaves, over the trees, and across the brownstone neighborhoods

The winter wind bites my cheeks as I beg for just a few more minutes

I didn’t catch it

The sun isn’t something you can own

I’ll never hold you in my hands

But if I run, I can savor it a moment longer

A moment longer please?

the frozen lake