Under the El
The heart of America gets cold
My boots crunch soft snowflakes turned gritty gravel on slushy streets after nature’s latest assault on our windy city, waiting, forever waiting, through the eternal winter where February feels longer than July and it’s impossible to imagine that soon we’ll all be complaining about the heat wave that makes us lust for the nippy breeze that autumn brings.
The prompt: “Let this take you to a random place in the world and write a poem about wherever you landed!” From the eternally active Lucy Dan 蛋小姐 (she/her/她).
Tagging some other writers who might be interested: Juliano Righetto, Zachary Burg, Jo Ann Harris, Roz Warren, Ugwu Hillary, Helen Cassidy Page, Terry Mansfield, Scott Hughey (TheWriteScott), anniewood, Adrian Holman, Normal Earthling.
