“Windy City”

What I would do
For a moment in a windy city
To hear the falling snow
Drown out the blare of the angry taxi
To feel the unforgiving cold
Whip across expectant eyelashes
To watch the tracks of the traveler ahead
Make prints on the dusty ground
To stare at the sky
As I so often do in the winter
And pray that the distances
Between myself and those I love
Would close
As another gust takes flight
Through this windy city.

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