Nostalgia

All along the Midwestern skyline
voltage swimming in air, we are
concentrating, trying to see Chicago

from hazy Michigan. On a clear day,
we hear it’s possible. On the dunes
no one knows exists around the lake,

we still know what it feels like, to be
shocked into submission. Give up
the ghost for a hotter balloon, but

don’t go in the murky depths unless
you want to know what it’s like to feel
at half mast, cold and unfulfilled, gray.

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