Chicago

I found a postcard that I sent to myself from Chicago in 1995.

I wrote this poem on it:

When early morning light           Streams through bathroom steam

White tiles are so much whiter and The bather is so warm so clean

Stepping out into the day      Backwards from a dream

   

 

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