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Room with Window Facing West If only I could lie in that bed again on winter nights late and listen wouldn't I hear the steam engines running along the creek out beyond the hill or shifting freight cars in the yards under the bridge? Wouldn't those sounds remind me 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 and slur in mocking tones: Some day, Litt'l Fellow, some day you will know. Next Home |