Ship Canal

When the Des Plaines and Illinois Rivers

Meet

Headed to the Mississippi

There is a pace

Nestled on the shores

Of Lake Michigan

Black building scraping the sky

Leaning back

On the windy side

At the bed of the river

Lies mysteries

And long live series

Notes and pens

Float at the riverbed

Years of passing through a city’s heart

And in all of our heads

When the three rivers make one

And down stream it flows

Through Chicago

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