Chicago II

I feel the tug of life
on my apron strings
the ebb and flow
of the big city.

I feel the wilderness
letting go.

I feel awakening
a ferocity of my own.

I feel the pull of the world
on my bootstraps.
the sites I've yet to see.

I feel my skin
settling in to the skin
of the big city.

I feel my veins pumping with the life

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poem by Valerie Jupe
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