| Butler Pennsylvania 14
Room with Window Facing West If only I could lie in that bed again late on winter nights and listen wouldn't I hear the steam engines running along the creek out beyond the hill or the shifting freight cars in the yards under the bridge? Wouldn't those sounds remind me of how I would lie there on summer nights in sheets tangled asking my sleepless self what "Chicago" meant, that haunting word heard in whispers spoken from tongues of boys I thought were friends who as of late would toss their heads back to slur at me in mocking tones: Some day, when you grow up, [and that will take long] some day you will know. |