NaPoWriMo Day 9: Off-Prompt

The plane was delayed

And the train was delayed

And the city rose up inland

From the lake like the gashed

Rows of an old supermarket,

 

Regular but not quite kempt.

Down there and ahead it rises

Without mercy from the lake

And a grey-haired tyrant issues

Dictums at the train staton.

 

Whitman called inland America

Never constrain’d, never obedient.

Wonder what he’d make

Of Chicago today: empire,

Catastrophe, haven.

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