Circle, Chorus by Mitchell L.H. Douglas
Lead
us
through your streets, speak
of this grand steel path. Lead us
through glass & light
to breath— your circle heart
as stone drum. All
that spins
our
lives
beats
here:
the pour of Illinois to
Washington,
flood of feet in time
through parted doors.
The chorus
of our stride (step
stomp) sometimes
louder
than traffic, clamor
in waning hours, urban
symphony. Voices raised
in praise of family, love—
sharp harmony—
evening bell: the song
that calls us home
@ close
of day.
