I sit on the Water Tower waiting <br />chapped hands in a visor over my eyes <br />looking toward Durham <br /> <br />hoping I see <br />you in that gossamer gown <br />on the road to Chicago. <br /> <br />I don't care if you stop <br />by Confederate streams <br />to pick phallic rocks <br /> <br />so long as you rise <br />release all your hair <br />and float on to Chicago. <br /> <br />No more will I sit <br />on the Water Tower waiting. <br />I'd rather go blind <br /> <br />than see through the sun <br />you in that gown <br />ascend in the air <br /> <br />pirouette in the wind <br />giggle again and <br />float back to Durham.<br /><br />Donal Mahoney<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-the-road-to-chicago/
