Two
lovers hand-in-hand strolled leisurely
across
the bridge spanning the Chicago
River,
early evening, summertime, still
light
outside. They stopped midway and
fell
into a passionate embrace, in front of
God
and country, mind you. Traffic
slowed
to a snail’s pace, drivers gawking
and
blowing their horns as the two locked
lips
in a passionate kiss. A tour ship
below
blasted its whistle as passengers stood
and
cheered. Undeterred by the onlookers
exploding
exhortation, the lovers continued
their
ardent display. For a brief moment in
passing,
the brashness of the big city melted
away,
and perfect strangers fell in love again.
-30-
Chris
Hanch 1-29-2020
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