Saturday, November 17, 2018

Sleep In The Big City

Interesting note: I've been in a huge city for days and have only, today, heard a siren for the first time. On my first day in Chicago, many moons ago, I probably heard sirens every other 30 minutes. No, I'm not deaf, but I don't know what it means.

In a city that has given inspiration to many a poet, and been their home of exile, all I require of it is just a good night sleep. So, if the spirit of Catherine the Great still resides here, please intercede for me with Mr. Sandman, and send him my way.

Loren M. Lambert © February 20, 2012

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