A dense word of sorts

From the tops of the lights

On the buildings shoes

Only seen in the heavy

Dew

That drapes the water

Lapping the shores

Of Lake Michigan

And down the Wabash

And around to Lake Shore

The call of the Ferris Wheel

And the laughter of the people

Walking side by side

Riding in cars as they

Go by

The fog of Chicago makes a big

City small

With only what you can see

And that is all