A Spring Drizzle Falls on the Windy City
Poem: Ying Ding
Reader: Ying Ding
04/22/2017
A spring drizzle falls on the city.
Here I see that familiar street.
Among busy pedestrians, I stand alone.
A rose in hand, I am lost in history.
When they built the Chicago tower?
How South LaSalle looked then?
Was there an employee nervous as I was
Before walking into the building for a big event?
What is my destiny?
How to carry on the tradition?
Risk, disrupt, and a new era?
Who holds the key to the direction?
A spring drizzle falls on the city.
Is this the cloud that speaks of eternity?
Among busy pedestrians, I stand alone.
A rose in hand, I gaze into the rain.
A spring drizzle falls on the city.
Here is my love, that familiar street.
Among busy pedestrians, I stand alone.
A rose in hand, I wait in the rain.